Father Adam – a Benedictine monk who is my spiritual director – always says “God is good. People are crazy.” That sums up the year 2012. Here is my year-end confession.
I confess that I am not a very good celebrator of New Year’s Eve. Growing up my family celebrated with Dick Clark on East Coast time and were usually asleep before 11:30. I confess that I haven’t seen midnight on New Year’s Eve in at least half a decade. I’m going to try and make it this year.
I confess that on Nov. 30th I predicted that the politicians in Washington would take us over the fiscal cliff, and it looks as though I got that one right. I’m not super concerned because I have put my hope in Jesus, not in governments and politicians. Nevertheless, I still maintain that this is a plague on the houses of congress no matter their party or ideology. Shame on you politicians and lobbyists.
I confess that tomorrow is one of my favorite days of the year; college bowl games on New Year’s Day. I confess that this day has been getting better and better as Nicholas has started to tune in with me. Lewis doesn’t love football yet – I’m still hoping.
I confess that last year on New Year’s Day I was formulating a plan of attack to try to get a publisher for the book idea I had. I confess that this New Year’s Day I will be feeling very grateful that I have signed the contract with Zondervan. Now all that is left is to write it up. That will by my obsession in 2013!
I confess that I’m amazed that scientists put an SUV on Mars in 2012.
I confess that I really enjoyed Nate Silver going 50 out of 50 on predicting the presidential election – not because of the outcome, but because a nerdy numbers guy totally gamed nearly ever pundit and so-called political analyst. Score one for the nerds.
I confess that I think the 2012 presidential election has been a catalyst to a newly vigorous and destructive bout with the culture wars. It saddens me. Our culture is now even more polarized and unfriendly. 2012 was a step back in terms of loving our neighbor and loving our enemies alike.
I confess that I ran four miles on Christmas day 2012 when the wind was blowing about 13 mph and the temperature was 13 degrees… and it was awesome. I confess that for some reason, I always remember the runs I take on holidays. They are these odd little milestones, like “I made it to another Christmas without quitting the exercise routine.” It is snowing cats and dogs in KC right now. I hope it lasts long enough for me to get in a late afternoon run in the whiteness on New Year’s Eve 2012. There’s nothing like breathing in snowflakes.
I confess that I was bummed when Lance Armstrong went down in 2012. I wanted to believe. I confess that I read Tyler Hamilton’s memoir The Secret Race in a single day last week. It was intoxicating. Armstrong cheated…
I confess that I don’t know a single person who thought the end of the world would come on Dec. 21, score one for common sense.
I confess that I think 2012 was a year of too much suffering: Hurricane Sandy, Gen. Petraeus’ downfall, mass shootings in a movie theater, a grade school, a Sikh temple, killing of diplomats in Benghazi… it’s a mad world. Still I confess that I refuse to despair. I refuse to lose hope. God is good. It’s only that people are crazy, and even that’s not all bad!
Okay friends – I made my confession. Time for you to make yours.