The Bones, They Sing For Joy

Some words and paragraphs to ponder, written by Ann Voskamp in the book One Thousand Gifts:

"In the moment of singing that one line, dedicating the work as thanks to Him, 

something - the miracle- happens, and every time. When service is unto people,

 the bones can grow weary, the frustration deep. Because, agrees Dorothy Sayers,  

"whenever man is made the centre of things, he becomes the storm-centre of 

trouble.The moment you think of serving people, you begin to have the notion 

that other people owe you something for your pains...You will begin to 

bargain for reward, to angle for applause."

When the laundry is for the dozen arms of children or the dozen legs, it's true, 

I think I'm due some appreciation. So comes a storm of trouble and lightning strikes 

joy. But when Christ is at the center, when dishes, laundry, work is my song of 

thanks to Him, joy rains. Passionately serving Christ alone makes us the loving servant

 to all. When the eyes of the heart focus on God, and the hands on always washing 

feet of Jesus alone - the bones, they sing for joy and the work returns to its 

purest state: eucharisteo. The work becomes worship, a liturgy of thankfulness.

"The work we do is only our love for Jesus in action," write Mother Teresa. 

"If we pray the work...if we do it to Jesus, if we do it for Jesus, if we do it 

with Jesus...that's what make us content."

[image via Whimsicalities]