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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 a 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 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 the feet of Jesus alone – the bones, they sing joy, and the work returns to it’s purest state: eucharisteo. The work becomes worship, a liturgy of thankfulness.
