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.”