There were people out mowing their lawns at seven o’clock this Friday evening. I don’t want to brag, but you wouldn’t catch me doing that even if I were going on a week-long vacation and I hadn’t mowed for three weeks. Friday evening is the start of Saturday, my day of rest. Mowing the lawn on Friday night is not just wrong, it’s a sin you can never get out of your soul. Let the grass grow!