We had just finished the watch night service that ushered us into the new year. While seated with my lifelong friend, overwhelmed with sobriety, emotions and seeming conviction, I told him I was done with all our escapades. I wanted to lead a new life in the new year. My friend could not understand the sudden soberness that came over me. But he respected me enough to give me benefit of the doubt.
For the few days that followed, I felt like I was living in the Holy of Holies, wining and dining with the archangels while every other person was a mere mortal condemned to rot in hell.
But, like a one-minute man, it didn’t last long. After about 2 weeks, I was back from the holy mountain to the company of men. My sobriety had worn off. I couldn’t keep up with resolutions rooted in emotions but lacking true conviction. And that was the year I bid bye to “New Year Resolutions”.
The euphoria of festive periods has a way of being deceitful. It makes us feel we can go to church as fornicators and liars by 11:59pm on 31st December and leave as winged angels by 12am on 1st January. Yes, there is grace and forgiveness available. But it is the same you who walked in by 11:59pm that will walk out by 12am. Magic won’t transform your orientations, your outlook, vulnerabilities, genetic make-up, character etc, within the space of one minute because you tag it as a new year.
Rather than fall for the facade of “new beginnings” every new year, be committed, as I am, to a lifetime and lifelong plan of getting better as a human, a man (or woman), a husband-to-be (or wife), a father-to-be (or mother), a colleague, a professional etc, either it is on 31st March or 31st December.
Then, you can live above the skin deep emotions of new years, when all we are doing is moving from one day to another while life continues in its usual locomotion. At least, God is not bound by the concept of Gregorian calendar.