I’m a big fan of starting over. Love Sundays. Love new journals, fresh pens. Moving to a new city, starting a new book, getting a second chance. Or third or fourth or eighty-th. Yes.
I hope your holiday was lovely. Truly, I hope you caught a glimpse of the Peace this time of year is supposed to bring…
Unfortunately, family + friends + holidays do not always = peace and calm…
but you know what I mean.
One of my favorite sermons… ever… discusses the issue of Jesus being born in a stable. Mary and Joseph had been called home to Bethlehem to be counted in the census. Everyone was going home. But upon their arrival… in a culture that has limitless honor and hospitality and love of family… upon their arrival they were told there was no room. Not for you, our son Joseph, not for your pregnant girlfriend, not even on the porch.
So they found space in the manger. Together. Alone. And they started over.
If anything has ever clarified the mystery of God becoming Man for love of me, it is this concept: He knows what it is like to be left out, to be misunderstood, to be on a secret mission, to be hurt by loved ones, to be loved by strangers. He had all the good… and all the holiday family co-worker weird neighbor crappy day stuff, too.
He knows what it is to start over.
I generally have to start over every hour, but that is another story.
Here’s to new years, new beginnings, new babies, new ideas, new motivation, new spirit, and new jeans.
And may you know that there is always a way to start… again.