many things to be read, to be said. It’s hard to take time when demands press from all sides. Yet when I fail to do so, my work suffers, my temper sharpens, and a kind of spiritual poverty begins for me. Things go wrong. But when I return to my daily stint of prayer and neighborliness, I find new confidence, not only in myself, but faith in what others can do. The irritations grow less. Teamwork is easier to achieve. During these quiet times, when the clamor of outside voices is shut out, inspiration comes. I become more sensitive to the problems of others and always return to my own problems refreshed in body and renewed in spirit.
Since so much of my time must be given to my work, I must find in the small tasks at hand the chance to grow spiritually—perhaps a more cheerful good morning, the willingness to hear out, with patience, another’s problem, the effort