I wish this year…
That the Christmas season would extend into the new year, and people whose hearts grew ten sizes last month would find that their expectations can’t be put back in the box.
That the spirit of discord that seemed to infest our small towns and big cities, based on race or class or sexual orientation, would be driven out of the shadows of confrontation by the bright light of those things which we have in common.
That the love we claim to have would be a lifestyle, a reality, a burning bush of sorts that would so illuminate our lives that we would be forever changed.
That the kingdom of God would be a reality, not just something we mouth when we recite the Lord’s Prayer, but that we would actively be participating in exploring it in the here and now.
That while we might not individually impact the arc of global peace, that we would work toward it in our individual lives, with our spouses, our friends, our children, our parents, and our sphere of influence.
Truth be told, this isn’t really a wish- it’s my New Year’s Prayer for what God might do in you and me.