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Updated: June 17, 2025
Labor, said the old monks, is worship laborare est orare; and thus in our lodges do we worship, working for the Word, working for the Truth, ever looking forward, casting no glance behind, but cheerily hoping for the consummation and the reward of our labor in the knowledge which is promised to him who plays no laggard's part.
My favourite motto was ringing in my ears, "Laborare est orare." Somehow the words had set themselves to resonant music in my brain; it seemed as though I were chanting them inwardly all the time I was climbing down the steep hill with Christiana and her boys. Laborare est orare.
You and I, in our adherence to a simpler, less ornate and æsthetic form of devotion than prevails in the great Episcopal churches, are by no means free from the danger which, in a more acute form, besets them, of substituting participation in external acts of worship for daily righteousness of life Laborare est orare to work is to pray.
And He healed many that were sick with divers diseases and cast out many devils." So closed at last the long day's busy toil. "And in the morning, a great while before day, He rose up and went out and departed into a desert place, and there prayed;" as if just because He was so much with men the more did He need to be with God. Laborare est orare, we say, "work is prayer."
Just as a matter of encouragement I had the artist of the community print a Latin motto in fine Gothic characters: "LABORARE EST ORARE" This I tacked to the block at the woodpile. We had one orator in the community just one. Next morning, when the motto stared him in the face, he said: "Gee whiz! that's great Labour is oratory!"
The orare, aturi, and paaihere were like the gleaming mesh purses worn by the women of our cities, but the ihi was as red as the beard of the Greek god T'yonni. These fish we kept in tubs of sea water, alive and even moderately happy until cooked. Saturday's parties went far into the woods to gather a choice kind of fei, and the oranges and limes of the foot-hills.
Barnabas; is it not a dear old building? Must you go back to Jack?" "Yes, I must," I answered, shortly. "Laborare est orare to labor is to pray, in my case, Carrie;" and with that I left her. But Carrie's arguments had seriously discomposed me. I longed to talk it all out with Allan, and I do not think I ever missed him so much as I did that day.
The old motto says, "Orare est laborare," "prayer is work" and it is no less true that "laborare est orare," "work is prayer."
Double daffodils stood erect and conspicuous like commissioned officers along the line of yellow jonquils that bordered the walks, and snowy narcissus and purple and rose hyacinths made a fragrant mosaic over which the brown bees swung, and hummed their ceaseless hymn laborare est orare.
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