Had a guy and his son from Jill's church, Memorial UMC here in Terre Haute, who came over this evening and mowed our ridiculously out of control lawn. Our mower is broken/nonfunctional, or I would have done it myself.
They came over, mowed the yard, weed-eated part of it (I did the other part), swept up the clipping and hauled them off. And wouldn't take anything for their time and labor.
See, people like these two are what continue to fuel my faith that we, as humans, aren't completely screwed up. They reinforce my belief that the church can some day ascribe to be The Church, the living body of Christ in this world.