“The workers labored faithfully.” 2 Ch. 34:2
At the tender age of fourteen, I worked as a hire hand on a chicken farm owned by a local banker. All I remember about him was he was a chubby middle-aged man who rode a motorcycle when he came to supervise our work. My primary jobs were mixing chicken feed, feeding chickens, and collecting and packing eggs early in the morning and hauling them to town a few miles away on a large tricycle. Riding and controlling the tricycle was far more difficult than it looked for a weak fourteen-year-old and it took me quite a while to master the skill. Being a farmer’s son who was required to work on the farm during school breaks, it didn’t bother me to do most of the work there, yet there was one thing that was rather unpleasant to do, which was to dry chicken droppings under the scorching sun by constantly turning them with a shovel, and then bagging them when they were completely dried up. The droppings smelled pretty badly when they were still wet and it was hard to turn them, for they were still rather muddy.
It was something that the workers at the farm were required to do, and I had no other option if I intended to remain employed. Chores of that sort might have been foul, but were necessary.
Therefore, I continued to do the unpleasant job for about half a year, not out of my choice, but out of necessity. I remained faithful in performing the task not because I wanted to be faithful to anyone in particular, but remaining faithful is rather easy for anyone if their livelihood is on the line. Being a child laborer, I didn’t earn all that much at all, yet my young body was beefed up considerably after months of eating all the broken eggs on the farm. I guess the Lord might have had that in mind when he led me to the chicken farm to work. I was very well fed at the least while I was working over there.
“The workers labored faithfully.” The people who did the repairing at the holy temple didn’t merely work to make a living; they knew they were involved in an eternal enterprise, which was to beautify God’s dwelling place on earth, and by working on the project they brought glory to God.
Instead of looking at the immediate effect of our labor in this world, we should consider the eternal impact that we may generate by doing what we do. A physician, for instance, by bringing people back to sound health, enables them to keep on working to support their loved ones, and they may also direct their gratitude to God. Therefore, by their faithfulness in doing their job God’s name may be honored and lifted up either directly or indirectly.
The things great or small that we do routinely may be far more impactful than we will ever realize and we ought to conduct them as such.