New Year 2016
I spent my New Year in church, like always. I’ve been brought up and possibly brainwashed to believe that on New Year’s Eve, I must go to Church to end the year and bring in the new one. Some people find it boring, others find it necessary, others consider it to a habit and some, a combination.
The week of, most conversations I had involved “what are your plans for New Year? Doing anything fun?” And my response was “I’m going to church. It’s like a family tradition.” And they always respond “tradition is good. God is good. Pray for us.” I always thought it was hysterical.
A part of me always wonder why I don’t party on New Year’s Eve like most “normal” teenagers/young adults and I think I finally got my answer — my brain isn’t wired like most other teenagers! Nah the truth is, I was brought up in a different way, even from my own brother who has always lived with me but lived a different style of life. Some view my life as boring but I see my life as mine, if I’m happy, not just content, but genuinely happy AND satisfied, why can’t others let that be?
I don’t party because I don’t feel the need to, I did in college and enjoyed it. So why don’t I do it at home? Because I like a certain level of peace- peace that is brought on by obedience, by knowing the right time and place to act a certain, peace that puts your mind and body and soul at ease. In order to get this peace, I have to do what pleases my mother, she already has one child that does as he pleases, that doesn’t want to be controlled, that likes to party and spend time with his friends in the late hour of the night. Like I said, I don’t mind the party, but I like my peace better, it’s a high that lasts longer than the party and the grief I would potentially receive for partying all night.
What does this have to do with spending New Year’s in church? Everything. I go to church because it gives me a certain peace of mind-not only me, but my mother. She knows for a fact that I am safe and in God’s hands. For me, it’s more than that. It’s my way of thanking God for allowing me to survive another year. The number of humans that were sacrificed in 2015 for whatever reason was more than enough reason for me to praise His name one last night before a new cycle begins. It’s also a time for me to ask Him of my needs for the New Year.
Obviously I can do all these at home but the amount of distraction I have at home isn’t worth my soul. My laptop, cell phone, TV, arguing brothers, noises of the neighbors, none of it is worth the peace I get when I am with God. God is everywhere but for me, His House, is just extra special and I can feel his presence even more.
People party pretty much every days these days, would it really kill you to give him extra time on New Year’s Eve/ New Year’s Day to acknowledge His magnificent powers? Just to say thank you? I think you’d still be alive the next day to party for another 364 days.
Just MY thoughts.