Farming Young Punk Delinquents

Commerce is a pervading activity; even God was a carpenter.  What are we to make of our day-to-day task of commerce?  Obviously money is important, we must pay the electric bill, but why are we daily dutifully at the plow?  Can lucre create in us a worthy workman for the workforce, desiring equally to work well as to earn our keep?  I am most driven by vision, vision of better than, better than yesterday, better than the record, better than the best so far.  But honestly that is untrue.  I am most driven to have others live, live in and with the Divine, casting a vision of what it means to live well and a path by which to live it.  I have struggled greatly to live well; that bar always nonchalantly laid before me by my parents.  My parents seemed to attract vagrant’s, vagabonds and ne'er-do-wells and spent their lives seeking to help them along the paths of righteousness; a commerce that now seems to makes sense as I pull the plow that cuts the path.