“… for dear to our hearts is our home, although it be the humblest cottage, or the scantiest garret; and dearer far is our blessed God, in whom we live, and move, and have our being. It is at home that we feel safe: we shut the world out and dwell in quiet security. So when we are with our God we ‘fear no evil.’ He is our shelter and retreat, our abiding refuge. At home, we take our rest; it is there we find repose after the fatigue and toil of the day.”
-C.H. Spurgeon
Sandra posted a stimulating group of quotes today for her Sabbath Keeping, with the theme of Work. I usually have to-do lists in many categories stacked on my desk, with some of the entries also boxed in on weekly calendars, so Work is an entity, an idea, a reality that I spend a lot of time on — I’m human, after all, made in the image of God, and in John 5:17, “… Jesus answered them, ‘My Father worketh hitherto, and I work.'”
I have a pretty good collection of quotes on this subject myself, and one anonymous maxim from The Salt Cellar collection of Charles Spurgeon is a favorite: “They never wrought a good day’s work who went grumbling about it.”
I also love this one by Teresa of Avila: “It is only mercenaries who expect to be paid by the day.” Those two might just about sum up, my apophatic theology of work.
But today I was comforted by Victor Hugo’s reminder that Sandra passed on: “A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is visible labor and there is invisible labor.”
Reading all these quotes about work and thinking about many things, I was fortified by drinking a new herbal tea that Soldier gave me a while back. It is my latest favorite. I made a potful to keep me going for a couple of hours of my favorite kind of work.
Gladsome Lights 