There are two basic ways of serving God that even active workers in the Church will have serious difficulty understanding the difference--"doing God's work" and "working for God." And either choice will reflect an important difference between our relationship with God and how we look at our work in relation to God.
There is a natural sweetness in everyone, that goodness in our nature that came to us from God with our birth. It just happened that a lot of us let the bitterness in life change their nature slowly as they grow old. Will that natural sweetness be restored? We don't know. Maybe when we learn to remove that bitterness from our heart. Maybe when we come to have a full grip again on who we are.
The easier part in Christian faith is to love God. The more difficult, in fact the most difficult, part is to love God only and nothing else. Yes, we love other things too, at times as passionately or more so. That is the biblical case of serving two masters; one has to be despised in favor of the other.
The instinct for survival brings the best in people who believes that the gift of life is something to be protected, nourished and celebrated. It brings to fore the greatness of people when they look at life beyond what the eyes can see or the senses can perceive. Then life becomes a chance to inspire others to be better than the petty and mundane search for the passing glory in a passing world as we know it.
Busyness on things that matters most, and on activities that encourage others to be compassionate as well as generous to others, means more than the busyness that shows nothing other than the self and all the glories it wanted to claim before the all peoples. Busyness is a virtue when it virtuously uses the limited time that belongs to each day, and glories the Creator instead of the created.
History deserves the interest given to it when its lessons help people make a better one for their generation; not merely a subject for academic discussion, but a forceful force that transcends the darkness of its path. Otherwise, it is as dead as a dog runover in the roadside; as empty as the cup of holy blood that many refuse to drink.