How to fly?

Angels fly because they take themselves lightly.
Writes G K Chesterton.

And here.
In the stunning beauty of a new year.

Amid festivities and parties and proposals and FB postings.
The glamour.  The joy.  The beauty dazzling.
Spirits soar.  Smiles wide.  Faces happy.
All dressed up.

But.
Underneath.
All the smiles.

For all.
A tender fear forking through the merry.
Thinking things would be different.

Perhaps not measuring up.
Ourselves, others, events, circumstances.

And why ring in a new year that might just disappoint.
Even for the merry.  For the ones with stars in their eyes.  This year.

Life falling hard.
A new calendar untouched. 
The unknown.

But that's the beauty.
That's the answer. 
That's the promise.

No matter what.  Emmanuel.  All year.

God with us.
The Beauty.  The Answer.  The Promise.

And so.
We celebrate new year.

The not taking ourselves and our lives so seriously.

The letting go.
Because we can.

God doing the serious stuff.
In a manger.  On a cross.

And us.

Ringing in a new year.  Flying above the fear.
Not to take ourselves so seriously.

Only God.