Let him who stole steal no longer, but rather let him labor, working with his hands what is good, that he may have something to give him who has need.

~Ephesians 4:28, NKJV


We make a living by what we earn but we make a life by what we give.

~Sir Winston Churchill 

As we stated yesterday, laziness is an old problem. Paul dealt with it when he wrote the letter to the Thessalonians…Even while we were with you, we gave you this command: “Those unwilling to work will not get to eat.” {2 Thessalonians 3:10} Paul tells us in Ephesians 4:28 the three ways of getting money: [1] You can take it– Stealing [2] You can make it–Labor with your hands [3] You can receive it–have someone give it to you. Wealth is attainable for all but you must practice discipline. All we have to do is follow Paul’s advice: [1] Avoid all get rich quick schemes and that includes stealing. [2] Work hard whether you feel like it or not. Work is not a curse. Weeds are the curse and weeds can make work unproductive but there is nothing wrong with honest work. [3] Not only are you to discipline yourself to work, you must discipline yourself to give. Begin by giving God one tenth. When you do this, you make Him a corporate partner.

More than anything else: work is a attitude of the heart. Remember the Prodigal; what did he say before leaving home? “Give me!” What did he say when he returned home, “Make me a servant.” What changed? It was not the Father and it was not the work–same Father, same work–It was the boys attitude!

We drove 970 miles is less than 24 hours and I am exhausted. Mr. Hardy did all the leg work and he got us a nice room within a mile of the Samaritan Purse building. We traveled by bus from there to the Library. It was well organized and they almost forced you to keep moving. You could not visit the book story or the cemetery so there was very little to do other than get back on the bus. We did the entire thing in less than an hour and were back on the road. One of Franklin’s sons was there to receive us and we signed a registry just like you do at a funeral home.

I told Steve that I felt like the bug that hit the windshield: I don’t have the guts to do it again. I’m glad we went but more glad that the trip is over.

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