servants

The spirit of fellowship, with its attendant cheerfulness, is in the air. It is comparatively easy to love one's neighbor when we realize that he and we are common servants and common sufferers in the same cause. A deep breath of that spirit has passed into the life of England. No doubt the same thing has happened elsewhere.

Industrial progress, mechanical improvement, all of the great wonders of the modern era have meant relatively little to the wealthy. The rich in Ancient Greece would have benefited hardly at all from modern plumbing : running servants replaced running water. Television and radio? The Patricians of Rome could enjoy the leading musicians and actors in their home, could have the leading actors as domestic retainers. Ready-to-wear clothing, supermarkets - all these and many other modern developments would have added little to their life. The great achievements of Western Capitalism have redounded primarily to the benefit of the ordinary person. These achievements have made available to the masses conveniences and amenities that were previously the exclusive prerogative of the rich and powerful.

The best of God's servants are those who when seen remind you of God;
and the worst of God's servants are those who spread tales
to do mischief and separate friends, and look for the faults of the good.

The (true) servants of (God) the Most Gracious are those who walk on the earth in humility, and when the ignorant address them, reply with (words of) peace.

Habit is either the best of servants or the worst of masters.

With bad laws and good civil servants it's still possible to govern. But with bad civil servants even the best laws can't help.

We become willing servants to the good by the bonds their virtues lay upon us.

Antigonus of Socho used to say: “Be not like servants who minister unto their master for the sake of receiving a reward, but be like servants who serve their master not upon the condition of receiving a reward; and let the fear of Heaven be upon you.”

For all the talk about the need to be a likable team player, many people work in a fairly cutthroat environment that would seem to be especially challenging to those who possess the recommended traits. Cheerfulness, upbeatness, and compliance: these are the qualities of subordinates -- of servants rather than masters, women (traditionally, anyway) rather than men. After advising his readers to overcome the bitterness and negativity engendered by frequent job loss and to achieve a perpetually sunny outlook, management guru Harvey Mackay notes cryptically that the nicest, most loyal, and most submissive employees are often the easiest people to fire. Given the turmoil in the corporate world, the prescriptions of niceness ring of lambs-to-the-slaughter.

Now the last hookah has gone out, and the most restless of our servants has turned in. The roof of the cabin is strewed with bodies anything but fragrant, indeed, we cannot help pitying the melancholy fate of poor Morpheus, who is traditionally supposed to encircle such sleepers with his soft arms. Could you believe it possible that through such a night as this they choose to sleep under those wadded cotton coverlets, and dread not instantaneous asphixiation?

Now the last hookah has gone out, and the most restless of our servants has turned in. The roof of the cabin is strewed with bodies anything but fragrant, indeed, we cannot help pitying the melancholy fate of poor Morpheus, who is traditionally supposed to encircle such sleepers with his soft arms. Could you believe it possible that through such a night as this they choose to sleep under those wadded cotton coverlets, and dread not instantaneous asphixiation?

Almighty God, on lofty throne
In wisdom Thou didst build the world,
Thy might the firmament unfurled
And Thou wast King ere kings were known.

Sole King, who hung the earth on naught,
In great assemblies I will cry,
For every soul must testify,
The Lord of hosts rules all He wrought.

His seat is hid in mystery,
Myriads of holy ones in dread,
His ministers in lowlihead,
Surround His awful Majesty.

His praises in set order sing,
Although all praise He hath outsoared,
Declare the Kingdom of the Lord,
Proclaiming that the Lord is King.

The depths of sky His mercy planned,
The waters are His footstools. He
Their measures gave to stream and sea
And poured them in with royal hand.

The sea unto His bounds submits,
Our King and God, so great and high,
His glory covers all the sky
When that upon His throne He sits.

Sole King, He spreads for curtain Space,
The sun uprises from the east
To draw from earth a dainty feast,
A strong man glad to run a race.

O glorious Sovereign whom I sing,
Be gracious unto us and kind,
For Thine own sake, if but I find
Grace in Thine eyes, my Lord and King.

Let the numerous isles rejoice with trembling,
For He is high and exalted and acknowledged as One
In the height of the firmament.
The Lord reigneth, let the earth rejoice.
The clouds acclaim Thee beyond every other power,
In every mouth is thy unity uttered,
And by the people of God is Thy praise proclaimed.
And who is like to Thy people Israel,
The one nation on earth,
To give thanks to Thee upstanding,
O God inhabiting the heights,
And to proclaim Thee as One?
The Lord reigneth, let the nations quake.
He sitteth among the Cherubim, let the earth tremble.
The scattered shalt Thou assemble and the sighing redeem,
To Thy holy house Thou shalt lead them with rejoicing,
And from earth’s four corners gather the exiles.

Thou art wise. And wisdom is the fount of life and from Thee it welleth,
And by the side of Thy wisdom all human knowledge turneth to folly.
Thou art wise, more ancient than all primal things,
And wisdom was the nursling at Thy side.
Thou art wise, and Thou hast not learnt from any beside Thee,
Nor acquired wisdom from any save Thyself.
Thou art wise, and from Thy wisdom Thou hast set apart Thy appointed purpose,
Like a craftsman and an artist
To draw up the films of Being from Nothingness
As light is drawn that darteth from the eye:
Without bucket from the fountain of light hath
Thy workman drawn it up,
And without tool hath he wrought,
Hewing, graving, cleansing, refining,
Calling unto the void and it was cleft,
And unto existence and it was urged,
And to the universe and it was spread out;
Establishing the clouds of the heavens
And with his hand joining together the pavilions of the spheres,
And fastening with the loops of power the tent-folds of creation,
For the might of his hand extendeth to the uttermost borders,
"Linking the uttermost ends."

Government is bad when it takes more than 30 percent of a taxpayer's income in taxes. Proudhon was wrong when he said property is theft; it's our federal budget that is institutionalized theft.

Putting people first has always been America's secret weapon. It's the way we've kept the spirit of our revolutions alive -- a spirit that drives us to dream and dare, and take great risks for a greater good.

For what page or what utterance of the divinely inspired books of the Old and New Testaments is not a most exact rule of human life?

Where your pleasure is, there is your treasure where your treasure, there your heart where your heart, there your happiness.

All the darkness of the world cannot extinguish the light of a small candle.