You remember us in those days, friends, working our fingers to the bone, up half the night, moonlighting so you wouldn’t have the burden of supporting us while we proclaimed God’s Message to you. 1 Thessalonians 2:9 (TM)
I come from a line of Dutch protestants, who gave themselves wholly to the belief that hard work is a spiritual discipline. They believed that your tedious, daily grind should be done as though Jesus, himself, was watching over your shoulder and would be passing judgment at the end of the day. Your commitment to daily labor and the quality of your work is a reflection your love and devotion to God. Others can tell how much you love Jesus by how well you carry out your rote, daily tasks.
My great-grandfather came alone to America, from South Holland, in the late 1800s [on the ship P.Caland, pictured]. You can call it the "protestant work ethic" or the "Dutch work ethic", but he diligently scratched a new life for himself out of the northwest Iowa prairie. I saw that same sense of indvidualism and hard work in his son, my grandfather. I see it in my father. I feel it in my own veins.
A job isn’t just about money. Hard work done well yields far more than a paycheck.