Maybe it’s already New Year’s Day by the time you’re reading this. I’m typing this in an airport lounge in Dubai, waiting for my connecting flight to Rome. I don’t know what day it is, much less what time it.
Nonetheless, I know the season! Time for a new year’s resolution or two! I reckon Catholics should be experts at this, since we make new resolutions every time we go to confession. Every time we celebrate the sacrament of reconciliation, we’re celebrating a personalised New Year’s Day.
There’s plenty more hours for me to mull over my new year resolutions, so I haven’t planned the detail, yet, but I’ve got the kind in mind.
One of them will be spiritual, and help me, I hope, to foster better presence of God. I’m thinking small. Something that a child could easily perform. And I think I’ll only do it once a week. Something eminently doable, which is no big deal if it’s done just once, but more significant if I can do it 52 times in the year.
I’ll pray about it during the next flight. I’m sure something will come to mind.