New Year Resolutions. The lines in this bulletin I got from my church this afternoon got me chuckling. But they also got me thinking.
Am an avid runner. Over the years, I have logged an average 100km on the road every month. The sun has bore down on me, and the rain beaten me in almost equal measure but that has long ceased to be a deterrent. Around about this time of the year, my jogging route is teeming with what I call NYRs – New Year “Resolutionaries.” Oh, it’s so easy to spot them – squeaky clean branded shoes and gear to match. Colorful, reflective clothing. The kind you see in the Amazon Sports and Outdoors department. And to shame my regular types that have sweat dripping through loose cotton T’s, these folks, with their tight-fitting technical apparel smell good. Really good. I have a nose for scents and I could swear I have caught whiffs of Chanel, Armani, Bvlgari, name it, all in one 10km run. Juxtaposed with these Johnny-come-latelies, we, the hoi polloi, look bad. Really bad. Looking through my window the other day as I was getting ready to hit the road, the colorful spectacle of NYRs streaming up and down my street had me contemplate postponing my running activity to the time they returned to whence they came from. My better judgement prevailed.
Long after the flashy Nike gear and Fitbit contraptions are stashed away (and only the perfume remains), I’ll still be on the road, me and my friends. One of them is a rag-tag fellow who runs the opposite way of my direction. We chest thump and high-five every so often. I don’t know his name but that doesn’t matter. The camaraderie does. He’s been lost in the new year crowd. He always does. But it won’t be long before I see him. You see, both of us are in this for the long haul. And be sure we always welcome a few other folks – the ones who don’t fall off the wagon in February; the ones who plod on and endure the seemingly unending monotony of JFMAMJJASOND and become jogging junkies, just like us. And about this time next year, we will be ready to use a little fragrance on our route.
So much for the small matter of my neighborhood observations. God considers time in seasons and is never confined to the Gregorian calendar. What a new year, as we humanly understand it, serves up is what we experience every morning. Freshness. New Hopes. New Dreams. A chance to start all over again.
Beyond the sweeping resolutions, may I make a suggestion? How about we make a habit of actively entrusting the future (while continually making the most of the present) to the one who doesn’t need introductions and simply says “I AM.” Before the ink dries in your book of resolutions, how about you let Him in on your plans and be open to Him letting you in on His plans for you. And then choose His plans over yours. And as the year progresses, go back to Him for needed help to follow through.
Sounds simple, doesn’t it? It is. And that one resolution could just as well be the only resolution you will ever need in this life.
jacob.zikusooka.com
July 17, 2018 at 12:25 am
Too many kibokos for some of us here but thanks for sharing
July 17, 2018 at 12:25 am
Simply deep!!
July 17, 2018 at 12:26 am
NYRs!
July 17, 2018 at 12:26 am
Yay, Mr Zikusooka, i am asking Him to let me walk in His plan! No resolutions just one request but loads of thanksgiving. I am gonna jog this year, jog beyond my jog walk
July 17, 2018 at 12:27 am
You just made resolutions right there. LOL.
July 17, 2018 at 12:27 am
Oh the jogging? Joan I used to be the resolution writer and struggle to fulfil but this year ahaa no hard and fast, just keep doing what i was doing maybe up it up
July 17, 2018 at 12:28 am
And good ones at that Joan! Julie, I’ll be rooting for you. And be “glad” you are not in my neighborhood:))
July 17, 2018 at 12:28 am
Oh I am glad i am faar from you but Karura will be my Saturday hangouts 8-12
July 17, 2018 at 12:29 am
Kyewayagaz’embazzi kibuyaga asudde:))
July 17, 2018 at 12:30 am
Indeed
July 17, 2018 at 12:30 am
The phrases: NYRs….squeaky clean brand name shoes & gear to match…tight fitting apparel got me chuckling too. Will be sure to let Him in on my plans a bit more this year…thks Sebo.
July 17, 2018 at 12:31 am
I hear you Rita – and you know what brothers do, don’t you? More power!
July 17, 2018 at 12:32 am
Uhmmmm
July 17, 2018 at 12:32 am
Deep and True
July 17, 2018 at 12:33 am
Elder Jacob has truly spoken words of wisdom!
Miles away I receive!
July 17, 2018 at 12:34 am
Thanks for challenging us!
July 17, 2018 at 12:34 am
I would have had absolutely nothing to add….too deep except some of us who are not necessarily NYRs who still love to be smart and crisp with all the appropriate wear matching to a tee complete with a ka lip gloss. No need for fragrances though. I like to do my stuff excellently, part of my call so bambi get a new pair of nikes. This is 2016.
July 17, 2018 at 12:35 am
Mwanyinazze Mirembe, there’s a world of difference between NYRs and Fashionistas;-)
July 17, 2018 at 12:36 am
Hahahahahhaahah. ..
But fashionistas can be NYRs right?!
July 17, 2018 at 12:36 am
Brisk-walking is the logical culmination of blending the two, at best. They just can’t stand the combination of dust, smoke and sweat on the road:))
July 17, 2018 at 12:37 am
Hahahahahhaahah. …..
Roflol
July 17, 2018 at 12:38 am
Wow! You shame us, Ssebo – But we’ll keep trying!
July 17, 2018 at 12:38 am
There in lies the problem. …
The word trying. ..
July 17, 2018 at 12:39 am
Nedda nnyabo Sanyu, I just keep on trying!
July 17, 2018 at 12:40 am
You are in to fitness gear. Keep it up. For many people business success leads to sluggishness and comfort resulting in obesity. You have taken the bull head on. I still jog too.