To the Laborers on this Day

Today, as we gather around the red fern, and drink red apple cider, and hold red handkerchiefs above our heads, and remember John L. Lewis and the red sunrise the moment he was born and the red dusk the day he died…

Look here, you rich people: Weep and groan with anguish because of all the terrible troubles ahead of you. Your wealth is rotting away, and your fine clothes are moth-eaten rags. Your gold and silver have become worthless. The very wealth you were counting on will eat away your flesh like fire. This treasure you have accumulated will stand as evidence against you on the day of judgment. For listen! Hear the cries of the field workers whom you have cheated of their pay. The wages you held back cry out against you. The cries of those who harvest your fields have reached the ears of the Lord of Heaven’s Armies. You have spent your years on earth in luxury, satisfying your every desire. You have fattened yourselves for the day of slaughter. You have condemned and killed innocent people, who do not resist you. (James 5:1-6 NLT)

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Seriously, for all those who laborer in your profession and occupation, God Bless You, and I thank you.

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