WORK

WORK. The very word seems so dismal now. Such a struggle to WORK. In preparation for Father's Day tomorrow WORK certainly came to mind. WORK was such an honorable thing in days gone by. We were taught to WORK for our daily bread. Fathers WORKED to take care of their families. Mothers WORKED to take care of their homes (families). We WORKED in our yards to beautify our homes/neighborhoods. We WORKED in our schools to help our teachers. We WORKED in uniforms to protect and serve our communities. WORKING, WORKERS all of it a very necessary component of wholeness. To WORK is our duty. Have you lost your job? There is still WORK to be done somewhere, in some form or fashion for someone. FOR EVEN WHEN WE WERE WITH YOU, THIS WE COMMANDED YOU, THAT IF ANY WOULD NOT WORK, NEITHER SHOULD HE EAT. 2 THESSALONIANS 3:10