Some years ago I learned that making resolutions for another new year was a fruitless undertaking. Even if I had the good will to remember them, first of all there was no assurance that I would succeed to any measurable degree. And if I forgot what I wanted to do by the end of February or earlier then why make resolutions?

Instead my experience has been that I love the beginning of a new year and right after Christmas I would be willing to let the old year go and to get ready for what was to come in the new year. Perhaps this has something to do with being lazy. But I feel more and more that as I have started so many new years by now that I am almost counting 70 of them, all of them showed the loving guidance of Almighty God.

Really, I did not have to worry about any of these years to be dull, or boring or being the same. Each year brings with it a new set of experiences that at the end of my life it will have created a most wonderful mosaic of days of joy, some of pain, many of struggle and asking for guidance, because I could not see the road ahead.

I suppose this is just about the same for all my fellow human beings who travel the same road I am travelling. Anthony deMello said: “Even if the river twists and turns I can be sure it will hit the ocean”. There is no doubt in my mind that at the end of life and my time on earth my boat will hit the vast expanse of ocean of God’s love. This is where all of us must arrive in order to find the entrance to eternal life. Let us be kind and gentle to one another on this way.

For we want to find heaven full of our friends and loved ones with whom we have struggled on the way in order to enjoy what is awaiting us.