A new year. That is something if it happens. I struggle to remain conscious of time. Even in nanoseconds, I do not create, control or are guaranteed it. Time is the most precious gift. Without it, we are not. So a new year is something profound enough to move us to awestruck wonder which should cause us to do what humans do when we realize the splendid idea of being; worship. Worship doesn’t mean going to church even though it should be a good place to do it. Worship means an altogether giving over of one’s self to the adoration and gratefulness of someone who is worthy. In our best day, all human efforts combined, cannot create a single second so a new year is not only a happy occasion but more like a worshipful one. I was just texting a farmer who has COVID and he said he was walking outside. He told me yesterday he was staying inside and walking on the carpet to exercise. I texted back that I thought he was going to stay inside. He responded that the carpet was boring and a walk in the green fields with his cows made him feel better. I responded that God was having a red-letter day when he thought up grass and then created it. If it had been left up to humans we would have made lime green shag carpet or that fake plastic grass which is our hillbillery copy of AstroTurf. Seconds and grass should cause us to worship and a New Year…well you get the picture.
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| Happy new year from our family to yours. Baby Rosemary was just a few days from being born in this family picture. |
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