Lucado Commentary
Have you seen the painting The Angelus by Jean-Francois Millet? It portrays two peasants praying in their field. A church steeple sits on the horizon, and a light falls from heaven. The rays do not fall on the bowed heads of the man and woman. The rays of the sun fall on the wheelbarrow and the pitchfork at the couple’s feet.
God’s eyes fall on the work of our hands. Our Wednesdays matter to him as much as our Sundays. He blurs the secular and sacred. One stay-at-home mom keeps this sign over her kitchen sink: “Divine tasks performed here, daily.” And executive hung this plaque in her office: “My desk is my altar.” Both are correct. With God our work matters as much as our worship. Indeed, work can be worship.
Cure for the Common Life
Max Lucado
©2000 - 2007
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