LORA E. CLEMENT by Lora E. Clement

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Apr 13, 1916

LORA E. CLEMENT

By Lora E. Clement

“Buzzites”

LORA E. CLEMENT

We all number among our acquaintances persons who are extremely busy, men and women of affairs, real burden bearers in the workaday world. Quietly unassuming, they shoulder the load which falls to their lot, and carry it steadily, calmly, day after day. Yet they always have time for worth-while things, and the sorrowing look to them for cheer, the discouraged for comfort, the overburdened for help. These are the lifters in a world of the weary and heavy-laden.

Then there are others who seem to be exceedingly busy. With a worried, hurried air they rush from task to task. Preoccupied with anxiety to get to the “next thing,” they flit here and there, and one is unable to put his finger on any definite “one thing” they have accomplished. These friends belong to the “tribe of Buzzites.” The numerous members of this clan cannot help their fellow travelers along the way; they do not bear their share in the world’s great work; they never really have time to do anything, because they are “so busy.” These Buzzites miss the joy of service. They are too much occupied to appreciate the glories of the commonplace. To them we pass on the admonition,—

“Get busy, yes, get busy, But not so busy, quite, That you’re nothing but a galley slave From morning until night. “Keep busy, yes, keep busy, But take some time between To be a friend among your friends, And not a mere machine.”