Labor of Love

When you start seeing TV commercials about Christmas, you know it’s almost Labor Day.

Whose idea was it to salute the nation’s workforce by giving them a day off?  Some say he was a carpenter; others, a machinist.  Both must have been sad to see summer end and wanted one more backyard barbecue before tossing a tarp on the lawnmower and taking the snow blower in for a tune up.

Our earliest ancestors looked to the moon to mark the change of seasons, just as our Creator intended.  All that transpires beneath that moon is fully known, caused or allowed by the One who also hung each star in place and gave it a name.

He knows your name as well.  His genuine love for you sent His Son to take your place on that old, rugged cross.  There the Carpenter from Nazareth did the heavy lifting for us, the labor that paid for our sins.

Isn’t that worth celebrating every day, with or without a barbecue?

"For sin pays its wage—death; but God's free gift is eternal life in union with Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 6:23