As many in the West are aware, yesterday America celebrated Labor Day.  Why?  Historically, the Congress designated Labor Day as a moment to honor those who work, those who, day after day after day, engage in some type of vocational occupation.
     Not all of us of course necessarily like what we do.  And not all of us enjoy getting up for work each day. As God originally envisioned it, however, we would.  From the very beginning, since the day that God set Adam in the garden and instructed him to work, to till and cultivate the land before him, people have worked.  To work is to be human, and to be human is to work.  Working enables us to discover our humanness most fully.  It challenges us, involves us, enables us, fills us.  Working gives us a more complete grasp of who we are in our world.
     More broadly speaking, work has a point.  Though we may not always see it, it does.  God has endowed work with meaning.  And when we work, however imperfectly or apathetically we do so, we echo the passion of our creator.  We are people who are eloquently and passionately doing and communicating what they have been given to further the greater good of us all and, of most significance, to find more deeply what enables it all.
      Thanks for working.