That morning, I read the prayers from the Anabaptist prayer book. The introduction to prayers of thanksgiving caught my attention.
Last evening, with three generations of family, we talked about knowing where we were when world events happened. My mother likely can remember World War II. My sister and I remember the assassinations of JFK, Martin Luther King, Jr., Bobby Kennedy, Malcolm X. We remember the Apollo missions, and Neil Armstrong walking on the moon. My kids remember September 11, and their younger cousins remember Hurricane Katrina, the election of Barack Obama, and the craziness of last year's election.
With a new year nearly here, I think about what could happen.
What could shape our lives this year?
Will this be a year by which we measure what was before and after?
It's kind of purposeless activity, really.
It can be a cause for unrealistic hope or despair.
Maybe it is time to be simply thankful for the presence of Christ with us.
To walk in that awareness,
to be guided by it.
Maybe it is simple.
Or maybe not simple at all,
but something that takes a lifetime to learn.