It’s Labor Day weekend, and I’m excited! My son and family are headed this way this evening, meaning I will see my 17-month-old granddaughter for the first time since May. That’s almost ¼ of her life! And I can tell by the pictures that she’s really grown. Of course, I’ll be glad to see my son and daughter-in-law, too, and our daughter when she arrives tomorrow night! Holidays are great times for families to gather.
I hope you’ll all have some good family time. Labor Day, for some, marks the end of summer and the last getaway before settling fully back into the yearly routine. For those who are traveling, be safe.
I’ve also been thinking a bit about the origin and meaning of Labor Day. How often do we enjoy a “holiday” without thinking about what it’s meant to commemorate? I’m guilty. But I’ve been thinking about Labor Day. According to Wikipedia, the first Labor Day in the United States was organized by the Central Labor Union of New York on September 5, 1882 and was to be a parade to demonstrate to the public “the strength and spirit de corps of the trade and labor organizations,” and it was to be followed by a celebration for laborers and their families. In other words, Labor Day is a day to remember and honor those by whose labors we benefit.
I wonder how often we include in our prayers and on our “list” of those to whom we are grateful, those whose labors upon which we so depend. Once our ancestors grew and killed almost all their food, made their clothes, built their own homes, and pretty much did without anything else. Not so for us.
So, on this holiday weekend, as you relax, play, spend time with family, or go about a normal schedule, how about pausing to give thanks for and ask God’s blessings on the laborers who do much to enrich our lives.....those who grow, transport, and sell us our food.....those who sew the clothing we wear.....those who build our homes and cars.....those who manufacture the electronic “necessities” we take for granted.....those public servants who keep our streets safe, who provide our utilities, who haul our refuse. Well, the list could go on....make your own. But pause to give thanks for the labors of many persons whom we often forget.
See You Sunday if You’re in Town!