We are two days into 2019. It always surprises me when a new beginning just feels like the same old same old. I carry a great expectation that when one year ends I will shed all the quirks I encountered in myself over the year and will start fresh with a clean slate. But alas, my Christmas decorations are still up in my house, my fridge looks like a college guy lives in my house (sparse) and my laundry continues to pile up because, well, I just can’t. I guess there are new things that come with a new year, but I always find myself waking up the same me.
I can certainly look back and see the many transformations that have occurred in my life. I can pinpoint when my dreams changed. Or when I stopped being afraid of being me. Or when my relationship with my parents changed. I know when I stopped liking Dr. Pepper and when I started liking cauliflower. I know how loss has changed me and when people started to believe in me. You know the one thing these all have in common? None of them started or ended on January 1st of any year.
As much as I would love to have a set day, every year, when that thing I have been hoping I can rid myself of or the discipline I just can’t seem to make a routine of, would magically happen it’s not how life works. What matters is that we are attentive to the ways we move through the world, and do what we can when we can to show God to a hurting world.
We aren’t on a set timeline. We don’t know when things will happen in our lives. So we take the time to celebrate and the time to mourn and the time to dance and the time for silence when appropriate. Not just at the beginning of a new year. We take one step at a time everyday. In that step we do our best to honor God and others. New beginnings happen all the time. Let this new year be a reminder of all the opportunities for beginnings we have throughout the year.
Director of Communications and Church Life at BPC
Scripture Readings for January 6, 2018
Epiphany of the Lord
Psalm 72:1-7, 10-14