Tomorrow is New Year’s Day.
The sacred year draws our time and our humanity into the time and humanity of God, and like the human who is God the sacred seasons are always new and ever-renewing.
This gift of the sacred year can be diminished—into “practices,” into dreary competitions between Advent and Christmas, into trying to gain something that is already every human’s birthright, into something we do for God rather than something God does in and for us.
Rather, despite our failures to keep the sacred year authentically, we are drawn by the Spirit into the time God makes for us, drawn into God’s very human life among us as one of us, the one whose life is for us all. The life of Christ is every human’s gift, and so the sacred year belongs to everyone. The sacred year is the human year, for there is already a place in the body of Christ shaped like every human there is.
Jesus is himself the gift of the sacred year. In each passing year, each time through the circle—in every fast, feast, and ordinary moment—we hear something in his voice as yet unheard, see something in his face as yet unseen.
And our pilgrimage together into Jesus Christ never ends, in time or in eternity. It just goes on and on and on. The mystery of his person and of our participation in his body is truly great.
Image: Michael McVeigh’s portrayal of the sacred year for Trinity Church in Wenatchee, Washington.