There is no force strong enough to inspire in me even the slightest enthusiasm to complete a task while at work. Each time this malaise hits me, my mind is immediately drawn to how different it is when I'm working in church. At church, there is a wholeness, completeness of satisfaction and contentment when I do stuff, even if it is physically demanding and unimaginably tough. Because the purpose is sure and, in every instance, the camaraderie shared is borne out first of this same purpose and second of friendship.