He stopped at the house, and a young lad came out to greet him. The preacher asked about the lawn mower, and the boy said it was behind the house. The two went to look at the lawn mower. When the engine was sputtering along at idle speed, the preacher increased the speed of the engine and mowed a few strips. Satisfied that the mower would do the job, the preacher settled on a price of $25.00.
Later in the day, the young lad was riding his bicycle when he spied the preacher pulling on the engine starter rope. The kid stopped and watched for a couple of minutes. He asked, "What's wrong?"
The reply came, "I can't get this mower started. Do you know how?" The boy said, "Yep."
"Well, how do you do it? Tell me!" the preacher yelled. The boy replied, "You have to cuss at it."
The preacher rose up indignantly. "Now you listen here. I am a preacher, and if I ever did cuss, not saying I have, I've forgotten how to do it after all these years."
With a wise look on his face well beyond his years, the young lad said, "Preacher, you keep on pulling that rope, and it'll all come back to you."