July 5, 2011 at 1:36 AM
Oh charle! I don't even want to talk too much on this issue; cuz whatever I say about my small National Service 'stress' will probably be an insult to my colleagues who work at THE BANKS (u people deserve toffee :-) and such... Come to think of it, whatever they have to say about their stress might be an insult to hardworking single parents, construction workers, those working day and night just to make ends meet... and whatever these ones have to say might be an insult to those who gave up promising careers and suffered so we could benefit somehow- those who went to jail for independence; those who lived on the generosity of others so we could hear The Gospel... the One who gave up Heaven for a time so we could be saved.
A long stretch of imagination? Maybe. But see, the point is, others have suffered worse for more selfless causes. So, if we're going to keep working wherever we are now, the least we can do (as a favour to ourselves; and as a duty to God) is to KEEP a positive outlook on our jobs. Who knows- it might change our atiitudes; influence others and in time our workplaces and conditions might just get pleasanter and interestinger (or maybe not; but at least, in our heads, they will- and the mind is where the trouble is, no?)
Next time someone asks, 'So, how's work?'; I resolve to catch myself before I sigh, slump and/or roll my eyes before shooting off the latest complaint. Charle, e no easy- but... e go be! In fact, IT IS be!! lol
I love my job! (Fake smile... hey, it's a process!)
REST: A Worker’s Prayer
Thoughts
Hustle, bustle, sweat, grind
Doing everything and nothing; all the time.
Is this the life I choose; what I’ve prepared for:
Working so hard all these years so I could...
Work some more?
All in a day: achieve, achieve!
Run around, fumble, scramble, think.
And when you think you’ll catch reprieve,
It’s time to run after the next thing.
Schedule it in; get it done-
It’s not your job, but who will ask?
Later, there’ll be time for fun...
‘You’re done? Oh, good! Here’s your next task...’
Strain and strive; keep it together
Welcome to the curse of man.
Falling apart; but does it matter?
See, you’re not the only one.
Your boss is pressured by his boss,
Hers is stressed by somebody else.
Vicious cycle- and for what cause:
So we upgrade our prison cells?
Fancy cars get us to the place
Where we slave for the next model;
Better food meets our acquired tastes
But we’re no healthier for all our trouble.
We strive to mount a certain stage
But those who get there realise
There’re very real bars to this golden cage
Invisible to the million envying eyes.
For all intents, we live the life
Yet each day, we die a little more
So when our days finally come to night
Would it all have been worth fighting for?
Who do we work for? What is our work about?
If we knew, we might salvage the wreck.
To what does all our toil amount?
Cause, like it or not, we have to work.
Prayer
Lord, give us love for the work we do-
And gratitude to be employed at all-
For the people, the projects and even the tools;
May Your presence liven the moments dull.
Lord, give us pleasure in what we do
If not, go with us where we should be.
Let us work; not for man, but for You
That all who witness it give You glory.
Open our eyes so we may see
What to go for; what to forgo.
Depend on You to supply our needs
And trust in Your plans for tomorrow.
Oh Lord, grant us rest in our labour
Bless us with joy in what we do
Father, smile on our work; grant us favour
May we find the significance we seek: in You.
Amen
Copyright (c) 2011, Nana Yaa A. Gyamfi
** Don't just do what you have to do to get by, but work heartily, as Christ's servants doing what God wants you to do. And work with a smile on your face, always keeping in mind that no matter who happens to be giving the orders, you're really serving God. (Ephesians 6:6-7; The Message)
** And let the loveliness of our Lord, our God, rest on us, confirming the work that we do. Oh, yes. Affirm the work that we do!( Psalm 90:17; The Message) Man, I LOVE Psalm 90 :-)
Oh charle! I don't even want to talk too much on this issue; cuz whatever I say about my small National Service 'stress' will probably be an insult to my colleagues who work at THE BANKS (u people deserve toffee :-) and such... Come to think of it, whatever they have to say about their stress might be an insult to hardworking single parents, construction workers, those working day and night just to make ends meet... and whatever these ones have to say might be an insult to those who gave up promising careers and suffered so we could benefit somehow- those who went to jail for independence; those who lived on the generosity of others so we could hear The Gospel... the One who gave up Heaven for a time so we could be saved.
A long stretch of imagination? Maybe. But see, the point is, others have suffered worse for more selfless causes. So, if we're going to keep working wherever we are now, the least we can do (as a favour to ourselves; and as a duty to God) is to KEEP a positive outlook on our jobs. Who knows- it might change our atiitudes; influence others and in time our workplaces and conditions might just get pleasanter and interestinger (or maybe not; but at least, in our heads, they will- and the mind is where the trouble is, no?)
Next time someone asks, 'So, how's work?'; I resolve to catch myself before I sigh, slump and/or roll my eyes before shooting off the latest complaint. Charle, e no easy- but... e go be! In fact, IT IS be!! lol
I love my job! (Fake smile... hey, it's a process!)
REST: A Worker’s Prayer
Thoughts
Hustle, bustle, sweat, grind
Doing everything and nothing; all the time.
Is this the life I choose; what I’ve prepared for:
Working so hard all these years so I could...
Work some more?
All in a day: achieve, achieve!
Run around, fumble, scramble, think.
And when you think you’ll catch reprieve,
It’s time to run after the next thing.
Schedule it in; get it done-
It’s not your job, but who will ask?
Later, there’ll be time for fun...
‘You’re done? Oh, good! Here’s your next task...’
Strain and strive; keep it together
Welcome to the curse of man.
Falling apart; but does it matter?
See, you’re not the only one.
Your boss is pressured by his boss,
Hers is stressed by somebody else.
Vicious cycle- and for what cause:
So we upgrade our prison cells?
Fancy cars get us to the place
Where we slave for the next model;
Better food meets our acquired tastes
But we’re no healthier for all our trouble.
We strive to mount a certain stage
But those who get there realise
There’re very real bars to this golden cage
Invisible to the million envying eyes.
For all intents, we live the life
Yet each day, we die a little more
So when our days finally come to night
Would it all have been worth fighting for?
Who do we work for? What is our work about?
If we knew, we might salvage the wreck.
To what does all our toil amount?
Cause, like it or not, we have to work.
Prayer
Lord, give us love for the work we do-
And gratitude to be employed at all-
For the people, the projects and even the tools;
May Your presence liven the moments dull.
Lord, give us pleasure in what we do
If not, go with us where we should be.
Let us work; not for man, but for You
That all who witness it give You glory.
Open our eyes so we may see
What to go for; what to forgo.
Depend on You to supply our needs
And trust in Your plans for tomorrow.
Oh Lord, grant us rest in our labour
Bless us with joy in what we do
Father, smile on our work; grant us favour
May we find the significance we seek: in You.
Amen
Copyright (c) 2011, Nana Yaa A. Gyamfi
** Don't just do what you have to do to get by, but work heartily, as Christ's servants doing what God wants you to do. And work with a smile on your face, always keeping in mind that no matter who happens to be giving the orders, you're really serving God. (Ephesians 6:6-7; The Message)
** And let the loveliness of our Lord, our God, rest on us, confirming the work that we do. Oh, yes. Affirm the work that we do!( Psalm 90:17; The Message) Man, I LOVE Psalm 90 :-)
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