Today is Christmas Day. That means that in one week it will be New Year's Day. It always seems to work that way, even in Leap Year. I guess the beauty of calendars and math and all that.
I suppose the emphasis in the phrase "New Year's Day" is on the word "new." A year is the way we mark how long it takes this earth to orbit all the way around the sun (that is if you belong to the Copernicus view of things) and a day is how long it takes the earth to spin all the way around on its axis (assuming, once again, that you don't subscribe to the whole flat earth thing). Depending on one's age, we have seen a few or, many days and years go by.
It is the new part that speaks to us. A blank sheet of paper is an opportunity. It could be a letter, or an essay, or just some doodles, but it is fresh potential, just waiting to be written on.
A field of freshly fallen snow is a blank slate. Later, animals will track across it and children will heap the snow up to make fortresses, snow angels, and snow men, but till then, it is only potential.
So it is with 2018.
2018 is potential for both good and evil, blessing and cursing. What will I do with it? I don't know.
What I do know is that life is not lived by the year or even by the day. Life is lived by the moment.
The only way to be satisfied at the end of 2018 is to be certain that everyone of its 365 days worth of moments is lived for God.
No comments:
Post a Comment