The Young Man in Modern Life
Book format: An electronic version of a printed book that can be read on a computer or handheld device designed specifically for this purpose.
Publisher: Date:8/5/2009 - General Books LLC
By: Beverly Ellison Warner
Excerpt from book: Ill HIS WORK MANY a young man thinks that if he can somehow escape work, he can escape trouble and hardship. Yet, it is the experience of most of us who have been standing in the market place for years, that work is almost the only escape from trouble: the great sweetener of life's bitterness: the mystery of God's way with a man in the world, by which he transmutes sorrow into joy, tears into laughter, curses into blessings. Labor, of one sort or another, is the only legitimate mode of man's existence on the earth, which it was his first supreme commission to subdue and dominate. An idler is worse than an ordinary encumbrance, for of these, oftentimes, good fertilizers are made. The idler, fluttering about to escape work in the busy world, endures more hardness than the toiler, but it is not a healthful or honest hardness, besides being barren. The idler, whether spending the money which others have earned on what he calls pleasure, or tramping from place to place avoiding dogs and jails, is in the way. He shows no cause why he should exist at all. When it dawned upon man's early consciousness that the Lord God had given him a splendid heritage of which he could only be worthy through the sweat of his brow, it was vaguely borne in upon him that the earth was endowed with divine meaning for him. Labor is the only way of appropriating and making his own this meaning. Labor is of many sorts and kinds. The brain, the hand, the heart, the student, the carpenter, the mother, are all drawn upon, but it is always and only labor, from the peasant digging potatoes out of the ground, to the poet interpreting the music of the spheres. Therefore when a young man faces the world to choose his life work, let him not complain that labor is the inheritance of the sons of men. Let no...