Happy New Year.
I know that it is January 10, 2005. Happy New Year, man.
No, I haven't just emerged from a 9-day bender that began on December 31st, 2004, although that sounds enticing. This also isn't a belated New Year blessing. I'm celebrating a new year today.
This isn't a quaint post-modern existentialist appeal to relativism. I am also not protesting the oppressive calendar system that is in use in America. I am not delusional.
I am enjoying a new year starting today. I am reclaiming all of the glorious facets of a fresh beginning, a rebirth, the absolution of the past and heralding of the future that are vainly festooned annually to January 1st.
My declaration can be shrugged off as emotional rambling, unanchored to reality unless there were some regenerative secret that I knew to give weight to my words. What use are musings for change without the cataylst? The best the world has to offer recently upgraded from a Jenny Jones makeover to plastic surgery on The Swan.
The answer is the cross. This execution device that once struck terror into all who knew of Roman justice is now a sign of joy. I know of no greater reversal of meaning than this. If Jesus was able to transform the unmitigated fear of death into the transcendant anticipation of everlasting life, then He must also be the one who can also renew my life and give me a fresh beginning.
I am currently singing a new song, as emulated in the Book of Psalms. Would someone please send a memo to Rebecca St. James, because everytime I listen to her on the radio she is singing an old song?
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>>This execution device that once struck terror into all who knew of Roman justice is now a sign of joy. I know of no greater reversal of meaning than this.<<
These are lines worth remembering.
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