A New Year Unfolds

As a New Year stretches out before us, full of possibility and uncertainty, Paul’s words fold around us like a warm cloak. In Romans 8:38–39 he says he’s convinced that nothing in all creation can separate us from the love of God that’s in Christ Jesus our Lord. Nothing – not the fears that creep in as the calendar turns, not the regrets we carry from the year just gone, not illness, disappointment, change, or the quiet ache of things unresolved. Neither death nor life, neither the heights of our joys nor the depths of our anxieties, neither what’s pressing in on us today nor what might surprise us tomorrow can prise us from the love that already surrounds us.

And Paul’s prayer in Ephesians 3:17–19 feels especially tender at the doorway of a New Year. He longs for us to be rooted and established in love, so that we might somehow grasp its vastness, even though it surpasses knowledge. Wide, long, high, deep: love that fills every direction we might turn. Love that steadies us when we step into something unfamiliar. Love that whispers courage when we don’t feel ready. Love that keeps nourishing us beneath the surface, the way roots drink in hidden water.

As the year unfolds with its mix of beauty and burden, that love won’t thin out. It won’t grow tired. It won’t lose interest. Even when we face decisions that feel heavy, or days that feel lonely, or news that unsettles our confidence, we remain held. God’s love isn’t a feeling that wavers with the season; it’s the deep reality beneath every season.

So let yourself begin this year resting in what’s already true: you’re loved with a love that can’t be broken, outmatched, or undone. Whatever comes, you won’t face it alone.

Rushing Through Traditions

There’s a strong tendency in society, fuelled especially by advertising, to rush headlong towards whatever comes next. Novelty is prized, anticipation is monetised, and lingering is quietly discouraged. We’re nudged to believe that satisfaction lies just beyond the next purchase, the next upgrade, the next season. Christmas makes this habit particularly visible. Before the last crumbs of mince pie have been brushed away, the message has already shifted, sales banners change colour, playlists move on, and the glow of the season is treated as something faintly embarrassing to hold on to.

You see it most clearly when decorations come down well before Twelfth Night. What was meant to be a period of celebration and reflection is truncated, tidied away, and replaced with a brisk return to normality. In the hurry to move on, something gentle is lost. The slower rhythms of tradition invite us to dwell, to savour, and to let meaning settle. Resisting the rush, even briefly, becomes a quiet act of attentiveness, a reminder that not everything of value needs to be cleared away at speed.

But there’s also another way of seeing this, and it’s worth holding it alongside the longing to linger. Traditions can ground us, but they can also harden into habits that resist necessary change or growth. For some, moving quickly beyond Christmas isn’t a loss of meaning but an expression of renewal, a clearing of space for fresh starts and forward momentum that can be genuinely life-giving. Rather than framing this as a choice between tradition and progress, it may be wiser to hold a both-and approach, preserving what nourishes the soul while remaining open to change, even when that balance feels untidy and unresolved.