The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1928-11-02

cultivating that the needy world may
reap a harvest.
Blindly somebody reaches into the
grab-bag and pulls out teacher. 1t
is true that chance may give us one
who was fashioned body, soul, mind,
heart and conscience by God, Himself,
to train our boys and girls for their
life jobs. But the odds are big that
our grab-bag teacher would serve with
more success as a deckhand on a
ferry boat, dishwasher, or mani
cure girl In the back room of small
town barber shop.
Common sense demands that we at
least stop our schools from making 1t
so handy for our best young people to
go wrong.
| am quite convinced, too, that the
future of religion depends upon our
finding for that job preachers who
have somewhat more than mere
speaking acquaintance with God, and
a deep-seated conviction as to the ex-
elusive rightness of their peculiar de-
nominational dogmas. No indeed,
stereotyped prayers in public, set
pious sayings that have been handed
down from generation to generation,
and stock of all-around-warranted-to-
fit-every-occasion Scripture quotations
are not enough. Wooden dummies in
the show windows of the church, dis
playing shop-worn hand-me-d own robes
of righteousness no longer tempt pros
pective customers.
The religious leader of tomorrow
must be worker-in the basement, If
ecessary-making garments to clothe
the naked, and bread to feed the hun
CRY, preparing medicines for the sick,
and providing homes to house the
homeless.
The grab-bag is wide open. Shut
your eyes. reach in and the one you
draw is your preacher-called by God,
he says, to lead the people in their
striving toward divinity. No matter
if you wouldn't trust the one drawn to
dig postholes for you, you set him to
work for Jesus" True, you might
get hold Of John the Baptist-there
Is desert enough for such preacher
sadly enough, need preparing. You
might catch Paul, jeremiah or
a Moses. But the chances are that
you will land a first-class farmer or a
mechanic, or banker. Never mind,
whatever he is he must preach be.
a. ~ 4 all nr
luck next time-pay the price and
grab again.
Ability is no assurance that one will
succeed on the job.
1t is not enough to have the goods
-one must deliver the goods. Yes,
and one must make delivery on time.
One who is always late never lays the
cornerstone of anything. The lad who
always waits to be called is never
called to be Master Mechanic. For
every job that should have been done,
but was not, there is some one who
could have done it, but did not.
Also, that man is willing signi-
fies nothing. A pillow horse may be
just as willing to go as a thorough
bred runner, but you would hardly en-
ter old Barney for the race
Neither is being on the job mere
question of being busy. Look at the
hen on the hot griddle She is about
as busy as one hen could possibly be,
but you would not contend that the
hot footing Biddy is exactly on her
job.
So it often happens that the busiest
person does the least. The difference
between one who is merely industrious
and one who does things is the differ
ence between a merry go-round and
the California limited One can work
just as hard riding wooden ostrich
on a merry-go-round as on the plush
cushions of the pullman, but one gets
somewhere on the express, and sees
more of the country.
Nor must we think too much about
one job being better or of more i'm
portance than another. They also
serve who receive no medals.
With the brains or with the hands,
allow or aloft-what matter-One is
worth just what one can do, and all
must be accomplished. The high seats
in the synagogue were taken long ago.
Just over the fence from the dusty
highway of life, along which the great
army of doors is hurrying to the front,
you can see a large company of able
bodied people sitting in the shady
edge of the woods singing Justify.
"Here am l, oh Lord, send me-"
They had their marching orders long
ago. They should be at the head of
the column kicking up the dust and
shouting, "Here we come-God help
us to do things"
The world waits for the genius who
can persuade these folks to connect
with their jobs.
Blessed are you If you have found
your job.
In your job you will find yourself.
or you will be forever lost.
In your job you will find happiness
or you will never find It.
GO 1928. by the Bell Syndicate. Incl
I'll. M.,., R1,,~