Homily by Fr R Christopher Heying
It is more than the end-of-summer backyard barbecue, let alone the final day of the year on the fashion calendar to wear seersucker or, like the Fort Worth church that sponsored me to seminary, the last chance for the vicar to sport his summer-white cassock and matching biretta.
Labor Day celebrates the social and economic achievements of the American labor movement which gained strength in the wake of the Industrial Revolution.
Though once prosecuted as a “criminal conspiracy,” collective bargaining practices resulted in many things we may too often take for granted, such as higher wages and a safer work environment, health and unemployment insurance, a forty-hour work week, etc.
Since the 1880s America has marked this celebration of labor on the first Monday in September, and there are similar celebrations around the globe, some like Canada even on the same day.
At creation we were given responsibility for stewardship of the earth and tilling the garden. Scripture suggests that our work will never end but will continue even as members of a heavenly choir. From the beginning to the end, and beyond, labor or work is a universal and inescapable part of what it means to be “human.”