The nobles of Tekoa, for 2000 years their names have stood, enrolled as the shirkers in God's grand work.
Who then are to work for God?
Every one of us, whoever we are, whatever is our occupation, whatever our place of residence, whatever our age, whatever our sex, the motto in God's great workshop remains the same--'_To every one his work_,' his own particular work, to be done by him, and by no one else.
_Where then shall we work_?
Imitate Nehemiah's builders; those living in the city built each the piece of wall before his own door, those living outside built the part of the wall facing their own village, whilst the priests built the piece nearest to the temple.

Let us then, as God's workers, begin at home, working from a centre outwards; our own heart first, surely there is plenty of work to do there; then our own family, our own household, our own street, our own congregation, our own city, our own country, letting the circle ever widen and widen, till it reacheth to the furthest corner of God's great workshop, to the uttermost parts of the earth.
_How then shall we work_?
Like Baruch, the son of Zabbai, hot with zeal, on fire with earnestness and energy.

Baruch did not saunter round the walls to watch how the other builders were getting on; he stuck to his post.

Baruch did not work well one day and lie in bed the next, he persevered steadily and patiently.

Baruch did not work as if he were trying to make the job last as long as possible, idly pretending to work, but dreaming all the time, but he worked on bravely, earnestly, unceasingly, till the work was done.