The more you think about it, the more interesting the New Year holiday seems. We (thankfully) get a day off to celebrate… the passing of time?
It’s like we’re all just looking at each other saying, “Congratulations! We survived another orbit around the sun.” Of course, 2018 wasn’t that great for a lot of people, which makes New Year’s Day even more positive. It’s like the first hint of the sun after a horribly dark night. A lot of people feel a fresh slate and a sense of newness and possibility.
I think it’s spectacular. I think we should celebrate the passing of time more often. We should have a mini party at every sunset. After all, we are “a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes” (Jas. 4:14 ESV). It would be great to celebrate every sunrise thankful for God’s mercies which are new every morning (Lam. 3:22-23).
Part of why time ought to be celebrated is because there’s nothing we can really do about it. For many, that’s the scary part. We try to ignore its onward march and pretend like it doesn’t exist. But it’s there, and it’s ubiquitous, and it doesn’t quit.
So, we’re faced with a choice. We can view the passing of time as a sort of inescapable prison that ultimately brings decay. Or we can celebrate it. I hope we opt for the second option. The passing of time isn’t all bad. It brings growth, learning opportunities, maturation, and inches us closer to “the glory that is to be revealed to us” (Rom. 8:18). The hopelessness often associated with the passing of time is erased in Christ who “is the same yesterday and today and forever” (Heb. 13:8).
With God the future brings assurance, hope, and peace. It’s something worth celebrating. It’s something worth talking about. Happy New Year.