2019 IS… excerpted from – Dub McClish

A brand new candle, barely lit, that will burn itself out in twelve fleeting months, another volume in our own book of life, full of blank pages upon which we shall write with our words and deeds, a fresh garment without wrinkle, soil, or tear, an open door, behind which many paths will beckon before the door is closed, a new plant freshly pushing through the earth’s crust, destined to bear fruit, either good or evil, a piece of soft clay over which each one of us exercises the power of a potter, to mold it into a shape of one’s own choosing, and a race to be run that many will fail to finish to its end.

Worldlings will live out this new year in a Monday to Saturday context. The Lord’s people will live ours from Lord’s day to LordP’s day, looking forward to each appointed time when we can assemble with our brethren to worship God and study His Word. While those outside try to fight the battles and face the trials of life on their owvn, we can draw from the inexhaustible source of spiritual strength, found only by those who submit to mankind’s only rightful Ruler.

Now, let us look at this new year again. Only you and I can determine what sort of flame its candle will burn. Only you and I can decide what sort of lines will be writen upon its blank pages. You and I alone are responsible for how free of soil and damage our garments of life will remain. The choice is ours as to how we will walk the paths – yea which paths -that open before us. The fruit we produce and the vessel we mold are largely in our control. May we determine to make this the best year of our lives in God’s service here, pressing on to that realm where time no longer exists (Phi. 3:14; Rev. 22:5).