Don't Labor in Vain…Invest in the Kingdom
Labor Day is almost here … the last day of a nice long weekend, three days that I hope you enjoy very much.
The first Labor Day was celebrated in New York City in 1882, by roughly 20,000 workers who held a giant parade to call for better working conditions. They followed it up with picnics and fireworks. In 1894, Labor Day was made a national holiday … a reward for all the hard work we put in as Americans. Interesting how times change … what started as a day of protest has become a day of leisure and relaxation.
While we relax and enjoy the freedoms we have as Americans, we should remember that some Americans will indeed be at work on Labor Day … in Iraq, in Afghanistan, and here at home, serving our country and serving our communities. We should be especially thankful for that. I wish you an enjoyable, relaxing Labor Day weekend.
We live in a country filled with abundance. Do you count your blessings every day? Can you give more of your time and money for His work? Or do you spend everything on YOU? I wrote The Faith-Based Millionaire to help people get more so they would have more to give. Sometimes we chase meaningless things and labor in vain. Here is a great song to remind you not to chase meaningless things in life. Do everything to glorify Him. Don’t waste your best efforts on things that don’t provide treasures in heaven. Though world wealth dies at our death, you can send it on ahead by investing in His Kingdom!
“Meaningless Things” by Adam Watts
It is a lie if it freezes your soul
You can chase an attractive wind
When it blows
But if you can stay in the light
And let flesh be lonely
Cries become praise for the Lord
We can be kings of meaningless things
Or we can be slaves of love
We can be kings of fallen things
Or we can be slaves of love
Our eyes are wide
And our ears hear it all
Can we filter the whole wide world
Through a small string of thoughts
We’re living today on the heels of the failing theory
That we all die, so we should live it up
A cry of love, a cry of pain’s enough
To leave us trying to find something our hands can touch
To numb the day
A thousand things will not cure weakness
Only a fall to grace a turn to the face of the Lord

















