I passed by a church the other day. The pastor was out mumbling to herself as she pulled weeds in the parsonage garden. I had heard that this particular pastor considered weeding the garden good therapy. She liked to control and order events in the church, her marriage, her office, her universe --everything nice and neat and controlled by her. Weeds were a symbol of a fast and easy solution to disorder, yank them up and throw them away --poof, the flower bed is easily in order, the weeds are doomed to destruction ... good therapy for a frustrated pastor.