As a
child, Labor Day was a big deal. We lived blocks from the steel mills and in
their nighttime illumination. It seemed most of the men worked in the steel
mills and were members of a labor union. Labor Day celebrated working people
with parades and speech filled gatherings. It was a really big deal.
Today Labor Day is just another
holiday. There are still a few parades and other activities. (In Tuscumbia you
can go to the Coon Dog Cemetery celebration.) Most of society sees it as the
last long weekend of summer.
To us children, Labor Day meant
other things. Labor Day was the day the local swimming pool in Ensley closed
for the season, a real downer. But more of a downer was the beginning of
school. School always commenced the day following Labor Day. Also, the minor
leagues were winding up their seasons. Needless to say Labor Day was a
melancholy time for us.
As
we grew into adulthood, however, we recognized that every time and season had
its own pluses. Still left in the year were football, Halloween, Thanksgiving
and Christmas. Also we saw the changing seasons as a reminder of God’s promise,
His assurance of the consistency in this world we occupy. God’s promise in
Genesis 8:22 is , “While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and
heat, Winter and Summer, and day and night shall not cease.”
Grace and peace.
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