Dear Friends,
All of our lives we work. From our infancy to our death, we
learn to take in and become all we possibly can about being human. This is
major work for which we receive no money, but rather, we receive the human
qualities that will inform our lives. For the work of our becoming, we praise You,
O God.
On this Sunday of Labor Day weekend, let’s pause to think
about the challenge to honor all work, beyond our becoming, and not to resist work
as something not worthy of us. For the openness to work you inspire in us, we
praise You, O God.
Let’s look upon work with the eyes of God. God is the first
among workers, as we read in Genesis. God worked for seven days, and then rested.
We are God like when we work, when we produce, create, imagine, enlarge and
rest from our work. For making our work an imitation of yours, we praise You, O
God.
All work is not of equal value, but all work is valuable. Not
because of what we earn, although that is necessary, but all work is valuable
because it is how we build, nourish, educate, make music and fun with one
another. It’s how we sustain the human community. For the work of our minds,
hearts and hands, we praise You, O God.
We have a habit of thinking some work is more important than
other work. We tend to believe that, if I make more money, my work is more
valuable. But consider the truth that the value of work is within us. As a
dishwasher in a restaurant, I contribute to the health and safety of customers.
As a beach lifeguard, I watch over the play of children, so that they don’t
hurt others, deliberately or not. As a member of the military, my work is to
serve the peace and not make war. How I think about the work I do contributes
to my being more human. For our work which helps, serves, inspires, empowers
other, we praise You, O God.
Some work is dangerous: military service, rescue missions,
journeys into the unknown. Bravery is given to us when we need it. For our work
which builds peace out of hostility and newness out of darkness. We praise You,
O God.
The life work of some people is to organize the men and
women who labor at essential jobs so they are not taken advantage of. For them,
we praise you, O God.
In this world of brutal climate conditions, and brutal
regimes which cause people to flee as refugees, there are women and men who
answer the call to be first responders. For them, we praise You, O God.
Gracious, God, First Worker of the Universe and Lover of all
You have created, as I study and learn from my life of work, help me to ask not,
“Why does he/she have more than I do?” but rather to ask, “What can I be and do
with what I have and am?” For the wonder of me, I praise You, O God.
~ Sister Joan Sobala
