I usually work on a project on Labor Day. I guess I just always thought the name implied that one is to work rather than rest (Crazy I know). But not today. Today I was out on the ocean, my favorite place, with Lenya and hood friends. In 1882 the first Labor Day was celebrated on New York City by the Central Labor Union. It marks the end of summer and nudges us closer to Fall. Jeremiah lamented over Israel saying, "The harvest is past, the summer has ended, and we are not saved" (Jer 8:20). I hope that your summer was relaxing and rejuvenating and above all, that you missed no spiritual opportunity--that your salvation is moving you closer to God's perfect plan for you and your family. You'll excuse me for now; I need to get back to this boat ride!