The New Year

So this is the new year,
And I don't feel any different,
The clanking of crystal
Explosions off in the distance (in the distance).

So this is the new year,
And I have no resolutions
For self assigned penance
For problems with easy solutions.

So everybody put your best suit or dress on.
Let's make believe that we are wealthy for just this once,
Lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn
As thirty dialogs bleed into one.

I wish the world was flat like the old days.
Then I could travel just by folding a map,
No more airplanes, or speed trains, or freeways.
There'd be no distance that could hold us back.

Death Cab for Cutie

On Your Mark (a repost)

Sometimes I just feel like running. Not to a particular place or direction but just running somewhere. I would run and run as fast as I can without thinking about anything other than running no thoughts about where I'm heading how fast I'm going no thoughts about the leaving all focused on the going just knowing that when the blurriness of the transitioning scenery fades and I take a good look around all I see is strange and comforting unfamiliarity to indulge in solitude and disconnection until my thoughts of what I left behind can catch up to me out of shape and out of breath and terrified of the unfamiliar landscape

Ready,

Get set,

"I am the Lord; I change not."

There are days when I need these words etched into my eyelids. Or shouted into deep crevices of brain so that the words would reverberate throughout my mind. Because these are the seven hardest words to remember.

The world tries hard to make me to forget that Christ is worth following. It tells me that He was just a man that said some great things and died a horrible death. The world denies that God is good, all the time, and that He will not be faithful to the end.

For a moment I give in to what the world tells me. And in that instance I sink to the bottom of a hole where Christ is not worth following, God is not good, and He is not faithful.

"I am the Lord; I change not."

But even in the depth of this depressing hole, these are the words that He proclaims. He who is faithful and always good, who sent His son, full God and full man, that died on the cross for someone as wretched as me, who cannot even grasp the words that He is the Lord and He changes not.

"I am the Lord; I change not."

These are the words pull me out from my self-destruction and wretchedness, to remind me that He has not changed. From the beginning of time until this very day, He has been and will forever be the Lord. He will always be good, He will always be faithful, He will always be worth following.