For most people around me it seems to be a celebration of their amazing achievement: living through another year. Unfortunately it ends there, because the next statement is not so bold, "...and hoping for the best in the coming year." Here is my problem; if you are such a big shot you pound your chest for living through a whole solar cycle, then doing it again is a walk in the park. Unless in that last statement we are being honest, and confessing that our celebration is a confectionery boast covering a stubborn truth: we did not make it this far by our wits.
So if we remove the icing, we should be 'celebrating' prostrate before the Lord or whom/whatever we ascribe our being because THEY have maintained us through another year. The cosmic swirlie did not sink us this time. Our life preserver/raft/yacht is holding up in the galactic toilet bowl and we have not yet been flushed. I say 'yet' because our turn is coming. Those who departed in a whirlpool did so not because they are of lesser resolve or inferior breeding. Their time came as will yours and mine. There is a flush with your name on it. When it comes, I hope for your sake whom/what you ascribe your life to will be able to carry you across with lungs full of air. So when you bow there, you bow in reverence alone and not in fear and trembling.
Thank you LORD of Hosts, for bringing me thus far. You maintain me by Your right hand. It is by Your strength that I stand here, not by my strength or wits. Not by me Lord, but by Your gracious Spirit. I celebrate Your grace and long suffering towards me. Be glorified in me.
Happy New Year.
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