Greetings Dear Reader,
The time grows close.
Tomorrow is the last day of a year that has plagued us at every
turn. Still, I recall that everyone saw
it as the year of opportunity. They saw
it as some great portent of good that it was 2020. I chose yesterday to look at all the blessings
I had over this year.
Today I want to consider the opportunity that lies before us. 43 hours from when I am writing this the year will end. We will either enter the new one with hope or despair. We will be given a new journey around the sun containing 8,760 hours. That does not seem like much when we consider that many of us will spend 2,920 of those hours sleeping.
My thought is that we are all given this set of hours and
what we do with it is still up to us. I
ponder often that what I think of something often determines what that thing
becomes for me. Time moves whether we wish
it or not. The 525,600 minutes that will
be known as 2021 are all ours to choose what we will make of them. It will be easy for you to put obstacles in your
way by pondering the challenges we face or the work we have to do.
It is not for that purpose that those 31,536,000 seconds are
given to us. There is a single purpose required of me in those 525,600 minutes. Jesus told me very clearly that my prime
directive is to “love the Lord your God with all of your heart, mind, soul, and
strength.” This means that walking into
a new year there are 525,600 minutes where Jesus is already waiting to meet me
and encourage me. The Spirit is ready to
guide me through every moment with love if I enter it looking for ways to love
the Father with all that I am.
God is not surprised by the challenges I face or the burdens
I carry. He wants to meet my love of him
with provision, guidance, and companionship along the way. Every minute that I spend thinking, speaking,
and acting out of love for the Father becomes an eternal moment. Instead of dying and drifting into the past,
I can transform every minute into a part of the only thing that truly lasts;
love.
No matter what is happening around us, we are not
alone. Each day is “the day that the
Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be
glad in it.” That is the way to paddle
out of the mess. That is the path home. This is the way in which every grain that
passes through the pinch of the hourglass that is 2021 can last for
eternity. Only love remains. This is the narrow way for me, Dear
Reader.
It is using every one of those 525,600 minutes to love the
Father that I find the power to better love my neighbor, my friends, and my
enemies. It is how I avoid being
offended by foolish things. It is in
this singular granular quest that I find my true being. When I think of how to love the Father, I
find the way to love others as well. It
where I begin to get an inkling of how deeply the Father loves me.
I am looking forward to all 525,600 minutes wherein I am
allowed by grace and mercy to love the Father in my innocent and meager way. He treasures every honest attempt and does
not chide me for being insufficient. You
are welcome to walk with me in those minutes, Dear Reader. Part of loving the Father is loving you. That alone fills me with hope.
Seasons
of Love – Rent
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure? Measure a year?
In daylights,
In sunsets,
In midnights,
In cups of coffee,
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in a life?
How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love...
Seasons of love...
Seasons of love...
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a life of a woman or a man?
In truths that she learned
Or in times that she cried
In bridges, he burned
Or the way that she died
Its time now to sing out though
The story never ends
Let's celebrate remember a year in a life
Of friends
Remember the love...
(Oh you gotta remember the love)
Remember the love...
(Oh yeah, it’s a gift from up above)
Remember the love...
(Sing out, give out, measure your life
In looooooove...!)
Seasons of love...
Seasons of love...
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become
a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a homeowner. He liberally
hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”
(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Every human story is part of the great story that leads
to the Father getting everything back to Good.
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