Ringing in the new year provides us all with the opportunity to reflect upon the daily graces, unexpected provisions, and mercies anew. Though the past year perhaps have been placated with many losses and terrors thereof, Sustenance has never failed. If you are here today reading this, that has, too, been true for you. Providence has thus been true. And lest we forget: penning here, a reminder, my annual letter to self.
This year I have been surprised by the kindness of God through the gift of a most-sweet love. Who would have thought, especially in the midst of the pandemic? As one who has walked through a prolonged season of hiddenness, these months have rendered me in awe and gratefulness. And so here I pen my own recollection of the pain of loneliness, and the faithfulness of God, with hopes to encourage other with hearts that long.
As the decade comes to an end, penned here is my customary letter to self.
Part of my personal wrestling these past years had been around the topic of church and state. I grew up despising the field of politics, as I often saw it being used for oppressive means and personal gain. Yet here I am today, running for a seat at the Parliament. So here I pen my reflections, seeking to echo the prayer that Christ taught us: “Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done,” even as He breathed His last.
In a season of rejoicing and celebration, I pray that we may not neglect the weight of the Truth of the birth of our Lord and Savior, who left all majesty to be born in a manger. In Christ, we see God denying Himself all lavishness to lavish Himself on us. A self-giving, other-serving, sacrificial love.