Today, those who follow the calendar of the Roman Missal of 1962 celebrate the Feast of Saint Joseph the Worker. There was so much going on of late, most importantly the Octave of octaves, of course, in celebration of the Resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ. There was also the beatification of John Paul II, which, apart from a few posters recalling the first article of the Italian Constitution (L'Italia è una Repubblica democratica, fondata sul lavoro.), there was little mention in the Eternal City of labor, of workers, or much anything else of the sort. This is not a fault, of course. As I noted, we had much more profound concerns at hand.
Even so, we ought rightly to remember the workers of the world, by whose labor we live, by the sweat of whose brow we eat.
Sancte Joseph, Opifex, ora pro nobis!