Life a Sphere of Work
H. W. Beecher. John 9:4 I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night comes, when no man can work. We are not sent into life as a butterfly is sent into summer, gorgeously hovering over the flowers, as if the interior spirits of the rainbow had come down to greet these kisses of the season upon the ground; but to labour for the world's advancement, and to mould our characters into God's likeness, and so, through toil and achievement, to gain happiness. I would rather break stones upon the road, if it were not for the disgrace of being in a chain gang, than to be one of those contemptible joy mongers, who are so rich and so empty that they are continually going about to find something to make them happy. (H. W. Beecher.) Parallel Verses KJV: I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work. WEB: I must work the works of him who sent me, while it is day. The night is coming, when no one can work.