Beer for Lawns


I’m against beer. So is my wife. Put me in the “I’m-against-beer-for-life-category.” But one summer day a few years ago my Lois had a weak moment. She was tempted to buy a beer. She read somewhere that if you use beer on your lawn it will be green and lush and thick. (If that was true I might smear it on my head every day. I would be willing to risk green if I could have lush and thick). I’m old school. I think it’s just another one of Satan’s subtle tactics to get beer in your refrigerator.

She didn’t agree. I issued direct orders not to buy beer at any time for any reason. If I am ever dying of thirst and beer is the only drink available I say, let me die without defiling my lips with beer. I’ll just go to heaven beerless. I don’t want beer. I don’t want beer in my home. I don’t ever want my children or grandchildren to buy beer, and I especially don’t want my wife to buy beer.

She is a willful little thing sometimes and she thinks my perfectly reasonable demands are unreasonable. She refused to listen. I did what I rarely have to do. I laid down the law. “Absolutely not. Do not buy beer. Do not put beer on the lawn.”

She said, “I’m going to. I will just drive five miles out of town where no one knows us.”

I reminded her that God knows and warned her that buying beer would be direct disobedience of my specific command. “No beer, ever. Never. Do not buy the beer. The lawn does not need beer.”

“You are being unreasonable. I’m just going to buy one can and put it in the sprayer and get rid of the can away right away. I’m not going to drink any. I will tell them what I am doing with it. I will turn the can in right away.”

“No beer. NO,” I emphatically stated. If you buy beer and put it on the lawn I am going to pray the lawn dies. Don’t do it. Beer is dangerous and disgusting, even on the lawn. I don’t want you or any of the family around the stuff ever. NO.”

I went to work and later that day the evil plan was initiated. She drove out of town, against my wishes. She bought a can of beer, poured it onto her sprayer canister, returned the can for the deposit, and then hurried home and mixed it up in a little “lawn cocktail” and sprayed it in the yard.

It is rare for me to give Lois any direct orders. She is very bright. She has great judgment and good character. She is very loyal and has been for thirty-years (if you don’t count her insistence on rooting for the Michigan Wolverines every fall) but two or three times I have given her very direct orders and she has stumbled into sin over her strong will. They usually don’t work out well. I am quick to document that and remind her, as an agent in her personal sanctification.

This was one such time. If you buy us dinner we will tell you the other time. It makes a really great party-story. It’s funny enough to risk a night on the couch.

I found out what she had done and began to pray down curses on the lawn. To my everlasting delight the lawn never looked worse. It was all spotty thin like the top of my head. The next year Lois spread regular commercial fertilizer from down at Wal-Mart and we never had a prettier lawn. Lois says it was because the beer treatment the year before made the grass come up in seed heads. I say that was just because the grass was so spindly that we didn’t need to cut it until it grew up to seeds.

I just say, like my old pastor friend Levi Whisner, “Bud you’d be wiser if you never touched the stuff.”

Ken Pierpont
Granville Cottage
Riverview, Michigan
April 13, 2009

You can listen to the story of Levi Whisner’s life here

Kenneth L. Pierpont


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  1. yes ? what name? says

    april 13
    Pastor: Master Gardener Jerry Baker provides this infromation (Lois was on the right Path) 1 Cup of beer, 1 cup of antiseptic mouth wash, 1 cup of liquid dish soap, 1 cup of ammonia, 1/2 cup Epsom salt, Mix together in a 20 gallon container, place into a water hose end sprayer, apply liberally to the lawn area. Two (2 weeks later re-apply to the same area. (and there it is)

  2. evelyn says

    I’m with you No beer No where in my house!!!
    I have to tell you a time I was strong willed too. My husband told me not to buy a wading pool. I couldn’t see any reason not to. It was hot and I had a lot of excuses why I should so I did. I bought it and the kids and I went in it in the back yard. Well, a neighbor thought it was terrible that a Christian would have a bathing suit on.
    Then the next day we got a call and had to leave town. Our dog torn it up. I didn’t have time to empty it. I learned so much from this example. God uses husband to keep us out of trouble and his way of talking to us too.

  3. Heather says

    It does work great in your hair! It won’t make it GROW of course (sorry pastor) but it will make it nice and shiny. :)

  4. bob robertson says

    “If I am ever dying of thirst and beer is the only drink available I say, let me die without defiling my lips with beer.”

    You’d rather die than drink beer. If you were starving to death and the only food available was beer battered shrimp, would you choose death over life?

    Willfully choosing death over life, seems like suicide to me.

  5. says

    haha great story!! Thanks for freely speaking out even when you know others might be against you. What is with this beer controversy that ruffles everyone’s feathers so?!!(as in makes everyone just rise up to defend their stand with it?) I’m with you in that “I’m-against-beer-for-life” category! Thanks for being one of FEW Christians who follow Christ’s principles there :) I don’t care if someday ALL the world’s PASTORS give a recipe for SMOKING that makes you live longer or make more money, I STILL will not touch the stuff. Period.

  6. says

    I’m with Lois in that the demand seems unreasonable. Especially when she was prepared to go to such lengths to make sure no beer even entered the house.

    However, I’m with you that she should have obeyed anyway. (Sorry Lois) Sadly we are not likely to be in town to buy you a meal any time soon – that other story sounds like a doosey ๐Ÿ˜‰

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