Splashy Labor Day

Surely the sight of children splashing joyfully in water is one of the great delights of summer. But only rarely, I’ve noticed, do adults frolic alongside the kids. No splashy business for us. Why is that? Why do we older folks not give ourselves over with abandon to the sprinkly rainbow or “outdoor shower” as my kids call the Arsenal Park spray?

We’re not great at resting, frankly. Labor Day weekend, when we give thanks for good work by, theoretically, taking a day off, has become National Clean Out the Basement/Garage Day. At my church yesterday, we forgot to mention Labor Day in the prayers. Ooops.

If we had, we would have prayed the following, which is the prayer appointed for Labor Day. You’re only allowed to read it now if you’ll promise to go run in the sprinkler when you’re done.

“Almighty God, you have so linked our lives one with another that all we do affects, for good or ill, all other lives: So guide us in the work we do, that we may do it not for self alone, but for the common good; and, as we seek a proper return for our own labor, make us mindful of the rightful aspirations of other workers, and arouse our concern for those who are out of work; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever.”

Children enjoying Arsenal Park


About amymccreath

I'm a pastor and mother who loves to make connections between people, between ideas, and between stuff we label "sacred" and "secular." I aspire to be like a Cedar of Lebanon in the midst of the changes and chances of life, but like most folks, generally find that I can really only navigate the tumult hand in hand with others. Good coffee helps, too.
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One Response to Splashy Labor Day

  1. mompriest says:

    My husband, son, and I spent Saturday and Sunday painting the interior of our daughters garage – because it was just unfinished drywall and she wanted to paint it. She, however, was out of town meeting her boyfriends family…so we surprised her. We then took Monday off from our labors and went to the dog park, where we played with dogs – our kids being grown now. I also wrote a prayer/poem about labor which is posted on my blog for Sunday….Does that count? (LOL)

    I hope you made time to play with your family, even if it wasn’t in the sprinklers…

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