They rebelled against that, won their freedom, but continued to live in chains, heavier ones, perhaps, than the ones they relinquished with emancipation. We have come to believe that anyone we serve is better, or, worse still, feels she is better than we are. We cannot allow that. Service then becomes a measure of personal worth, and although I need the money from serving you I will show you in any way I can, at every opportunity, it is not my choice, it is not the thing I want to do with my life, and I am only doing it on a temporary basis, out of necessity. Hence the disdain, the shrugging, the sucking of teeth, the cold shoulder, the cool indifference.
Life is too short.
Let us fall in love with service, because service is the greatest expression of love. He paid a heavy price to serve, out of love. For Christ, as for those who walk closely in his footsteps, every day is national day of community service. Except for a few strange people, haven't you noticed how everybody merges into one happy, helpful family on the national day of community service, to assist in some communal project. It can be.