“这些人都是窑匠，是住在田园和篱笆中间的，在那里他们与王同处，为王作工。”（代上4：23直译）
无论在什么地方，我们都有“与王同处，为王作工”的可能。也许是在一个非常不顺遂的地方；也许是在一个粗俗的乡村，一个看不见有王与我们同处的地方；也许是在各种篱笆中间，障碍下面，也许我们的手还须拿着各种陶器，天天过着窑匠的生活。
不论在什么地方，那安放我们“在那里”的王，必来与我们同处，如果他以为篱笆是不需要的话，他必定会立刻把它们拆去的。或许那似乎妨碍我们的，倒成了我们的保护呢！至于那放在我们手中的陶器，正是王看为最适于我们“为王作工”的。——海弗格尔
彩色的落日，嵌星的天空，美丽的高山，明净的海洋，芬香的树木，鲜艳的花草——它们虽然绝顶美丽，还及不到一个在普通生活上用爱心，眼泪事奉主的信徒一半美丽。——费勒
最圣经的灵魂，往往存在于那些声名不显赫的人物身上，他们圣洁的内在生活，象清澈的池塘隐僻之处，藏着一枝看不见的娇嫩莲花。
These were the potters, and those that dwelt among plants and hedges: there they dwelt with the king for his work (1 Chron. 4:23).
Anywhere and everywhere we may dwell "with the king for his work." We may be in a very unlikely and unfavorable place for this; it may be in a literal country life, with little enough to be seen of the "goings" of the King around us; it may be among the hedges of all sorts, hindrances in all directions; it may be furthermore, with our hands full of all manner of pottery for our daily task.
No matter! The King who placed us "there" will come and dwell there with us; the hedges are right, or He would soon do away with them. And it does not follow that what seems to hinder our way may not be for its very protection; and as for the pottery, why, that is just exactly what He has seen fit to put into our hands, and therefore it is, for the present, "His work."
--Frances Ridley Havergal
Go back to thy garden-plot, sweetheart!
Go back till the evening falls,
And bind thy lilies and train thy vines,
Till for thee the Master calls.
Go make thy garden fair as thou canst,
Thou workest never alone;
Perhaps he whose plot is next to thine
Will see it and mend his own.
The colored sunsets and starry heavens, the beautiful mountains and the shining seas, the fragrant woods and painted flowers, are not half so beautiful as a soul that is serving Jesus out of love, in the wear and tear of common, unpoetic life.
--Faber
The most saintly spirits are often existing in those who have never distinguished themselves as authors, or left any memorial of themselves to be the theme of the world's talk; but who have led an interior angelic life, having borne their sweet blossoms unseen like the young lily in a sequestered vale on the bank of a limpid stream.
--Kenelm Digby
无论在什么地方，我们都有“与王同处，为王作工”的可能。也许是在一个非常不顺遂的地方；也许是在一个粗俗的乡村，一个看不见有王与我们同处的地方；也许是在各种篱笆中间，障碍下面，也许我们的手还须拿着各种陶器，天天过着窑匠的生活。
不论在什么地方，那安放我们“在那里”的王，必来与我们同处，如果他以为篱笆是不需要的话，他必定会立刻把它们拆去的。或许那似乎妨碍我们的，倒成了我们的保护呢！至于那放在我们手中的陶器，正是王看为最适于我们“为王作工”的。——海弗格尔
彩色的落日，嵌星的天空，美丽的高山，明净的海洋，芬香的树木，鲜艳的花草——它们虽然绝顶美丽，还及不到一个在普通生活上用爱心，眼泪事奉主的信徒一半美丽。——费勒
最圣经的灵魂，往往存在于那些声名不显赫的人物身上，他们圣洁的内在生活，象清澈的池塘隐僻之处，藏着一枝看不见的娇嫩莲花。
These were the potters, and those that dwelt among plants and hedges: there they dwelt with the king for his work (1 Chron. 4:23).
Anywhere and everywhere we may dwell "with the king for his work." We may be in a very unlikely and unfavorable place for this; it may be in a literal country life, with little enough to be seen of the "goings" of the King around us; it may be among the hedges of all sorts, hindrances in all directions; it may be furthermore, with our hands full of all manner of pottery for our daily task.
No matter! The King who placed us "there" will come and dwell there with us; the hedges are right, or He would soon do away with them. And it does not follow that what seems to hinder our way may not be for its very protection; and as for the pottery, why, that is just exactly what He has seen fit to put into our hands, and therefore it is, for the present, "His work."
--Frances Ridley Havergal
Go back to thy garden-plot, sweetheart!
Go back till the evening falls,
And bind thy lilies and train thy vines,
Till for thee the Master calls.
Go make thy garden fair as thou canst,
Thou workest never alone;
Perhaps he whose plot is next to thine
Will see it and mend his own.
The colored sunsets and starry heavens, the beautiful mountains and the shining seas, the fragrant woods and painted flowers, are not half so beautiful as a soul that is serving Jesus out of love, in the wear and tear of common, unpoetic life.
--Faber
The most saintly spirits are often existing in those who have never distinguished themselves as authors, or left any memorial of themselves to be the theme of the world's talk; but who have led an interior angelic life, having borne their sweet blossoms unseen like the young lily in a sequestered vale on the bank of a limpid stream.
--Kenelm Digby