Happy Labor Day doesn’t make sense to me. We aren’t blowing out candles or passing out gifts. No special religious service is connected to this holiday in the U.S. But if we are living on purpose, surely Labor Day can mean more than slapping a burger on the grill and popping open a soda. Labor is God-given, and when we labor with Him, we find ourselves, as we bless the world.
So I wish for you heart-driven work.
Work from the heart for your real Master, for God, confident that you’ll get paid in full when you come into your inheritance. Keep in mind always that the ultimate Master you’re serving is Christ.
That you will know your purpose.
The Lord God took the man and put him in the garden of Eden to work it and keep it.
For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.
That you will find rest at day’s end.
Sweet is the sleep of a laborer, whether he eats little or much, but the full stomach of the rich will not let him sleep.
That you follow God’s work/rest cycle.
Six days you shall labor, and do all your work, but the seventh day is a Sabbath to the Lord your God. On it you shall not do any work, you, or your son, or your daughter, your male servant, or your female servant, or your livestock, or the sojourner who is within your gates. For in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that is in them, and rested on the seventh day. Therefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath day and made it holy.
That you know you are not alone.
Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain. Unless the Lord watches over the city, the watchman stays awake in vain.
That no matter the apparent outcome, you know your efforts are not in vain.
Therefore, my beloved brothers, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that in the Lord your labor is not in vain.
That you know when and where to lay your burdens down.
Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
That you work for what is eternal.
Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
What does this holiday mean to you?