Work.

"Do not think that activity is in itself an evil:
it is a great blessing, and a means of grace to us. Paul called it a
grace given to him to be allowed to preach; and every form of Christian
service may become a personal blessing to those engaged in it. Those
who have most fellowship with Christ are not recluses or hermits, who
have much time to spare, but indefatigable labourers who are toiling
for Jesus, and who, in their toil, have him side by side with them, so
that they are workers together with God. Let us remember then, in
anything we have to do for Jesus, that we can do it, and should do it
in close communion with him."-CHS

"Can't say I was never wrong
But some blame rests on you
Work and pray they're never okay
To mix the way we do". - Jimmy Eat World.

Far too much of our grace work has been reviled as a chore, for some recondite purpose that has gilded itself into Christian convention. Ot appears when we ask question why are aspects of our faith journey paralleled on some linear plane? Are the concepts of prayer. grace, labor and forgiveness not communicable as are apportioned? Or rather, is it our inability to extrapolate such ideas from the container in which they rest to a recipe in which the fullness of God rises to.

Why do we continue to perpetuate the notion that the stillness of God coincides with the stillness of our feet? While Paul found moments for restful contemplation, his feet never remained still for long.

Too often we still think of acts of worship as isolated or solitary events, rather that the fullness of the experience gifted though the spirit's work. For so much as we observe quiet time, we must be mindful of the idea that solitude with God does not provision us with more Fellowship than another, and does not enable us to a place of grace that cannot only be found though silence.

The Hebrew word "Avad" is the same meaning for worship, work and service. There was no distinction drawn between the three, they were used interchangeably. Our divisions of things spiritual and holy are ours alone, his lines are drawn between his presence and things not of him.