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How to have a truly happy new year.

For the first time in years, I don’t remember my New Year’s resolution from January. Usually, I write it down in my journal or on a note I stick to my mirror. There’s been many of those dog-eared sticky notes from years past. The year of contentment. Speaking life. We passed pancakes across the breakfast table on January 1st this year. “What do you want from 2018?” I can’t remember my answer. I know what I didn’t want though. I didn’t want to walk into her office and share the parts of my life I’m inclined to hide. I didn’t want to Facetime her the day after she delivered her baby that never breathed. I didn’t want to spend four months wondering how I’d walk into her house on Christmas day and see her empty chair. I didn’t want to go on another first date that led nowhere. We sit across from each other in a little coffee shop in Colorado, picking at a charcuterie board. “When I think about all of the things I have left to go through,” her voice cracks....
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An Expectant Bethlehem

I can't get it out of my head. They were waiting for a Redeemer. Looking back through the pages of the Old Testament, this stable in the City of David is the natural conclusion. We, twenty-first century Christians, expected it. But, I can imagine Mary, opening her hands to the Lord's will, her questions covered by faith. I can picture Joseph, the carpenter of royal blood, remembering the words of his ancestor King David who spoke of a Redeemer. Then, there's white-haired Simeon lifting the baby Jesus up in his arms, up towards the ceiling of the temple, knowing that this baby was the King of Kings. Anna, a woman who spent her life on her knees, excitedly grabbing people's shoulders and shaking the news into their souls: The Messiah has come! Those were the few who were waiting expectantly for the Saviour of the world.

Then, there's us. And I wonder what few will be there at the return of Jesus. When the trumpet blows, will we be awakened from our slumber? No. May we be watchmen and point through the darkness to His marvelous light and say, "There, my Saviour approaches. I knew it. I knew it. He's finally here."

Welcome the New Year with hope. He could come any day. Let's be faithful servants and look for His return. 

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