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Happy New Year
Psalm 1

The New Year brings the possibility of being happy. We hope in the prospects that this unspoiled page offers. It seems a unique time for change. We stand at the beginning of something big, important and special. Tantalizing possibilities, adventures and solutions, that at other times during the year are invisible to us, seem do-able.  It is January 1.

The psalmist has some advice for us as we enter the New Year’s door. He sees a fork in our way. Two paths lie before us. One leads to destruction and one leads to happiness.

He starts and ends his short verse with a negative perspective. If we were to paraphrase the beginning and ending of this song it would actually look very positive, “Happy are they who don’t...die.”

However, to have a happy ending we have some responsibilities. All of which are sandwiched in the middle of this chorus. So, here is a type of ancient mathematical formula for a really Happy New Year no matter what the following twelve months hold.

If I don´t hang with perpetual evil doers, commune with unbelievers and take up their hypercritical perspective I am on the right path. However, there is more. I must passionately ponder the Word of God. When I make His Word mine it/ He changes every aspect of my being and change can be impossible without God being involved.

With God change can still be hard. However, if we can wrap our New Year’s day groggy minds around this concept it has all of the potential of making this one of the Happiest New Years ever. Want to try it? Follow me!

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