Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
Our concept of time is a little, ah, juvenile.
We talk about 'this time last year' and 'four years ago today.'
As if time were stacked in neat layers, each moment of each day of each year bundled into orderly sheafs that allow us to page back and forth.
But time is slippery.
Our clocks and calendars give us some sense of control over its unctuous surfaces, self-help books extolling methods for capturing time's elusiveness and bending it to our agendas, goals and dreams.
But time follows its own beat, its frame stretching languorously into the mists at either pole. It needs no container. It needs no definition.
But we do.
And we long for ways to release us from the past.
And we long for ways to forge a new future.
There is a tool out there, a device that can erase yesterday's debt and write new vision in tomorrow's box. It's the only time management appliance that promises real results.
And that would be grace.
As He crafted our inner beings, our Father knew that we would be battling time through our confinement in this gravity. He knew that we would be haunted by the pages of the calendar that had already been flipped over. He knew that we would fret over the future pages yet to be turned.
And so He came up with this notion of grace.
A washing of time's tread. An emancipation from errant epochs.
We need this concept of a New Year. It's purely conceptual, of course. We continue on the rotation of the planet, whether we see it as a new chapter or not.
But the concept serves us well.
A chance to start over. A marker to redefine the path.
And lighting the way is grace.
The ultimate time management tool.
That we don't even have to know how to operate. That we simply accept.
Happy New Year.