Labor Day is a creation of the labor movement and is dedicated to the social and economic achievements of American workers. It constitutes a yearly national tribute to the contributions workers have made to the strength, prosperity, and well-being of our country.
I can’t say for sure, but I don’t believe this understanding of what Labor Day “is” caught on. Isn’t Labor Day the unofficial end of summer? A “last fling” of what makes summer, summer. For many, tomorrow’s observance of Labor Day is a respite from the toils of vocation. A bonus day off.
And I’m ready! I’m ready to be done! Done with:
- carrying box after box up and down the stairs in order to hide them for the house photo shoot
- carrying ladders and tool boxes all over the house doing punch list repairs
- carrying clothes and toiletries up and down the stairs
I need to be done with all that carrying. Then Hurricane and Tropical Storm Harvey hits the Texas coastline. My carrying is now whining.
That’s what happens, right? What we carry…our burdens…our crosses overwhelm. They paralyze and suffocate and we wonder when will it all end? When will it stop?
Jesus instructs his followers that they are to deny themselves, take up their cross and follow him. This has been a commonplace message throughout Christian
centuries. Take up one’s cross. Perhaps the cross we are called to carry is someone else’s?