Division breeds discouragement. A farmer, in the grand perspective, is humanity gathering food. But if a farmer can’t see past their plow and cart, and forgets the dignity of their vocation, they become merely a worker in a field. The craftsperson, instead of expressing humanity’s artistry and ingenuity, becomes a slave to a dollar. The pastor or priest, instead of radiating living faith, becomes a relic of dead tradition. The lawyer becomes a law-book; the sailor, a ship-rope; the mechanic, a machine.
