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New Year´s tears…

As I sat tonight, writing to a friend across the ocean in the cozy countryside of Northern England, I began to think what God must feel as this heraled night passes over the world?

I realized that tonight is probably the night God hears more people on the planet fill His sky with soon-to-be empty and broken promises. I have quite a many New Year´s tears.

I just sit here, immersed beneath God’s navy velvet tonight…wondering…why do You put up with us Lord?

What God must think…looking down from fire and mercy enthroned all ’round, to see His powerful canvas of stardrops and moonlight crowded with all that we heave carelessly toward it…like dirty clothing flung shamelessly and thoughtlessly on the foundation which we take for granted as it provides our sure-footing.

It’s funny to me how many people, even within faith circles, can so easily buy into the idea that New Years wipes the slate clean, provides a chance to start fresh, gives, dare I say, a chance be born again, to be redeemed from our past. And yet…how quickly do those same people turn a defensive and unbelieving heart toward that same idea being found in Jesus Christ.

Apparently a Macy’s Day parade and Dick Clark’s age-defying, 78 year old appearance are more inspiring and ensuring of a successful New Year than the Biblical promises voicing True forgiveness, forever.

Perhaps that is some of the allure…New Year’s culture purports a new life bound up in a new year…nothing long term…just non-commital, un-proven and un-tested faith that this year will be different than last…that maybe, just maybe, we will learn from our past and break the cycle of my former wrongs. 

Sounds great…accept what everyone seems to be putting there faith and hope in again is nothing more than what CULTure dictates what the “in” thing to do is. You know what, I believe most everyone’s resolutions will find some amount of success, but whether you believe in Satan or not, he believes in you, and he is the most cunningly evil student of our weaknesses…committed to our downfalls night and day.

So yes, your diet will work to combat your over-eating, and perhaps by your own will you will best gluttony, or perhaps just exact simple disciplines which help master your body…but, when the snickers and second helpings have ceased, new, just-as-ever-intoxicating evils will again arrive.

But not to worry, for you will now be the skinny, toned individual who is vain and working out for all the wrong reasons…perhaps this new body will solicit sexual temptations and opportunities that seem to follow such shapes around. So yes, quite a marked achievement it will be when you find yourself an in shape adulterer, with a six-pack and as many STD’s. This is not a brimstone message of cynicism… although it might sound it; For this Truth of new downfall finds me as well if I choose to fall back on my power alone against the enemy. 

Oh the weak that we place our hope in…by these choices we are the enemies’ jester I fear. We celebrate new life, new opportunities, by entrusting them to something that can never safeguard it, let alone re-pay it in fulfilled promises of Life like never before.

Why do we defend our New Year’s traditon and thought-to-follow success as though it were sacred religion? Is not this idea of New Year’s bent and bound to the notion of resolutions? If this be the case, how does someone, so willing to defend human strength alone as being the deliverer of success in this life, start to explain how this pinnacle of culture’s power and promise, in fact, comes from a slew of failures and regrets from the last time this power was unleashed and announced via big crystal ball?

In short, the belief in New Year’s as something truly filled with promise and power is silly…for it comes from a less than successful attempt at a year under the same power and promise exactly one year ago. The magic, or lack of,  is still falling short with the same limited ingredients…just us.

On this night we, as a world with our current lack of Eden, pledge with fallen lips still dripping with Martinelli’s and Spirits, that we somehow will now get it right with any kind of consistency. Even the select few who will reach success at year’s end will ony, I fear, have spent a year neglecting new evils that their hunter wasted no time fashioning and unleashing long before they ever gained momentum on their new quest for success.    

Old magic in a new world, for a New Year

    age old denial…

       pride riddled creation…

      How long will we toil,

             believing that we have stumbled upon Life-giving,

      always outside the One who gives Life.

ever are we astray…even in our night of triumph and dreaming.

                             how dare we crowd your skies Master.

                                                                For we bring nothing but old magic.


 I will camp beneath the stardrops tonight and see if I can refrain from committing the same emptiness to God’s endless velvet roof, amidst the whispers and screams, and hopefully prayers, of our ever needing realization of our dependency on You

I believe, unfortunately, that this world creates a very thin line between Revelation and resolution…

May we all be helped to walk its first steps tonight…when all the world’s hearts are so committed to obedience…may our first steps of our New Life, in our new year, be in such a way that we do not turn so easily from it in the weeks to come when no one is around to hear our abandon.

I heard someone once say that, “we ought to enter into the new year the same we wish to be living it”…so… here I am, blogging my passions, ’bout ready to go back and read some Bible, after having tried to Love my family excellently for an evening. 

May You, and You alone be our new year’s resolution Father.



About justingunter

I'm recently 29 years old, recently married and ready to change the world for God. He has called me to be a missionary! This means more than just changing zip codes and living in countries where I struggle (for a while) speaking the language the locals dream in. It means a lifestyle of sacrifice, audacious Hope and above all, a desire for Jesus simply because He is who He is. I moved to Franklin, TN in October 15th of 2012 and expect this to be the first of many changes for the great calling on the Gunter's life. Side note...I dig being married. It helps when you're married the best woman ever! Teale and I feel called to plant churches, combat sex trafficking and be a place of refuge and Holy sojourn to all who would seek to join alongside us for good or for a season. For now, Ol' Rocky Top is our home, Zoey is our Great Dane and we, the Gunters, love Jesus with all we have.

One response »

  1. My friend, it is good to see you in a writing mood again. I can’t wait to see you again in about a week. Good on yer.


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