Life consists not of a series of illustrious actions, or elegant enjoyments; the greater part of our time passes in compliance with necessities, in the performance of daily duties, in the removal of small inconveniences, in the procurement of petty pleasures. We are apt to mistake our vocation by looking out of the way for occasions to exercise great and rare virtues, and by stepping over the ordinary ones, that lie directly in the road before us.
Let us reverence, indeed, the highest duty, but we should have patience with the lowest also, and seek to meet its demands. Let this day’s performance of all, even the meanest, duties, be our religion. If the stars are too distant for our grasp, we can pick up the pebbles at our feet.
The point
Faithfulness in life's small, ordinary daily duties is true religion.