At the end of my drive stands a mailbox; it is not a long walk, about 100 yards. The mailman comes around 11:00, so I make the trek before lunch. Often my grandson accompanies me on my journey. At first a babe in arms, then he grew, as boys are want to do, and rode in the wagon. He continued to grow, and his tractor fit the bill, but yesterday – well yesterday was different. It was time for him to solo. It is a short walk for most, but for a young man barely tall enough to open the box, it is an epic journey.
“By myself?” he asked incredulously.
“Sure, take this bag.” I laughed standing in the back door. “Just don’t lose any.”
“I won’t” he replied, dancing down the drive. Serendipitously I watched from a window. He was all business, striding straight to the mailbox where he carefully placed the mail in the bag. Finished, he slammed the box closed and stooped to pick up the bag, but something caught his eye. Rummaging through the bag, he extracted a treasure. Carefully he studied it, then flipped it open. He was a sight walking back, bag in one hand and nose buried in the catalog he held in the other.
“What do you have there?” I asked.
“Lego’s,” he replied, beaming from ear to ear.” I want them all for my birthday.” Of course, he wants everything for his birthday – don’t we all.
Later, while checking the mail, I found his dog-eared catalog, and beneath it, the first sign of the New Year – my seed catalog. Treasure in hand, I retreated to the couch and buried myself in its brightly colored pages, the TV news droned in the background.
The promise, offered by the full-color photos of that catalog, stood in stark contrast to the doom and gloom of the news. On the TV screen, expert after expert presented their dire predictions for the New Year: Tyrants, despots, wars, rebellions, and natural disasters.
The New Year is again upon us – Hurray for 2017. As for 2016, I would eagerly say good riddance, yet I hesitate. Despite its troubles, the year provided some good memories. Memories that I will long cherish, for those, I say thank you and godspeed.
What will 2017 bring us? What evils? What miracles? What surprises? What joys? What sorrows? Many profess to know what lies in store, but none do. Inundated by the talk of doom and despair, I smiled. Yes, I smiled because I realized that I knew. I knew what to expect in the new year.
Drum roll please – here are my predictions.
I guarantee that regardless of the acts of man the world will turn; seasons will change; and life, as it has since the beginning of time, will continue – ultimate proof of God’s existence.
As for mankind? Inside each of us exists both good and evil, and the capacity to choose which to follow. It is the choices we make that define who we are.
So, as you ponder your New Years’ resolutions, what will you choose?
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