“Take my life and let it be/consecrated, Lord, to thee”*

by chuckofish

Happy Labor Day!

“I don’t give jobs, I hire men.” This scene from McClintock seems relevant.

“Only, let every one lead the life which the Lord has assigned to him, and in which God has called him. This is my rule in all the churches. “

I Cor. 7:17

The sermon yesterday was on I Corinthians 7:17-24. The preacher was Dr. Daniel Doriani, a well known Presbyterian in our community and a blogger at TGC. It was excellent–all about how God calls us to faith and union with Christ and to places and roles, about living faithfully in our callings and where God has put us. You can read his Work: Foundational Truths for Uncertain Times here. Again, it is wonderful to leave church feeling ebullient and ready to face the week. It has been literally years since I felt that way after church.

Meanwhile, Miss Katie needs to “work” on her table manners…

Speaking of nutballs, we had not seen the wee babes for a couple of weeks, so we were glad they could come over for a Labor Day BBQ with their parents on Sunday. It was a beautiful day, sunny and in the 70s with low humidity. We sat outside and enjoyed the sunshine. When we came inside they wreaked havoc as usual.

In other news, daughter #1 and I went to one estate sale on Saturday where I found an old issue of the From Mary to You alumnae magazine from 1969 which I bought for a dollar and thoroughly enjoyed reading. There was a photo of our pater in a coonskin cap being uncharacteristically goofy in his AP U.S. class…

and a photo of moi in a seventh grade play …

I think that is my friend Harriet second from the left with a veil. I am second from the right (I think). I have no memory of this play, ‘The Paduan Berets’ by Pirandello. Zut alors! Weren’t we sophisticated? (Actually, no, not really.)

So if you have the day off today, enjoy it.

Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.

I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all.

Ecclesiastes 9:10-11

*Hymn #585, Frances R. Havergal, 1874