Whomever made the rules about planting on Good Friday didn’t consider a few things:
1. My little tiller might just get sick on me and need to go to the tiller doctor.
2. Tilling in compost manually might take A LOT of time.
3. The Nebraska gale-force winds might blow constantly, making ear infections worse.
4. After lunch break, the operator of the manual tiller/garden claw might just dislocate her knee and become laid-up for the rest of the day, preventing her from any further gardening work on Good Friday.
The day wasn’t a total bust. While I was out in the garden with my garden claw, tilling away and cursing Adam for disobeying God and leaving the perfection of the Garden of Eden, God gave me a different direction for my sermon/devotion for Sunrise Service.
And, truth be told, I kind of like using the garden claw anyway…