Yesterday was Labour Day.
A slow and sunny labour day, spent with family (who fed us roast and desserts).
Rans didn't have to work yesterday.
I realised I had no idea what Labour Day is about, so I looked it up!
It's celebrating the establishment of decent working hours.
Apparently, not even so long ago, many workers were required to work 10-12 hour days, six days a week. And if you ever see 888 on public buildings (I'll keep an eye out now!) it represents the ideology of a British socialist named Robert Owen who, among others, believed we should have 8 hours working, 8 hours playing, 8 hours sleeping.
So on Labour Day we celebrate some people who campaigned on our behalf to win us good working conditions.
|Pic found here|
There is so much that has been done for me, by people, even those I don't know, to win me favour I never even asked for. People campaigning, wars fought in, sleep missed, sacrifices made, offences overlooked.
I never asked my Pa to fight in the war, but I'm glad he did.
Which consequently turns my mind to thinking:
Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous person, though for a good person someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. (Romans 5:7-8)
I never asked Jesus to die for me. I don't even fully know what it cost him, or what happened. I don't always think about it, or appreciate it. But in spite of that, before I was a twinkle in my great x500 grandparents eye, God was working to win me (any anyone who believes it) a future where I never have to be separated from him.
I never asked Jesus to die for me, but I'm glad he did.
On a separate note, I'm feeling amused because I just had to explain to Silas that River's bravery does not, in fact, immunise him against getting sunburnt. Tee hee.
(Linking up with Graced Laced 'Mondays' again.)