I grew up in Arlington, Virginia, but I never went to church there. I have always attended church in Washington DC. My birthday is December 31 and for the life of me, I could not understand the reason why I had to attend “Watch Night Service” or “New Year’s Eve Service” every December 31.
You may have heard of the term “Birds of a feather, flock together”. Although I think that I am pretty independent and often to myself, I enjoy a good party every once in a good while. My birthday is the party day of the year and although I enjoyed being in church when I was young, I began to outlive this annual church night.
The older that I have gotten, it seems the more church friends I have and even if I want to be the bold Lion in the group to hang out for my birthday, I usually have no one to share my birthday with.
For this reason, I can remember very specific birthdays that I thought were amazing, a few that sucked really bad to the point that I hope that not only I forget it but others do as well, and alittle in between.
Maybe I am not supposed to be this happy that God breathed into me and I came out of the ground from dirt to become a living being. I am excited. I can not contain it, it’s bursting out of me, and this is January. I have another 11 months and 8 days to go to have the best birthday ever.
My birthday is the last day of the year, it is when old things pass away and all things become new January 1. Isn’t that fitting for a person named Ressurrection?
A few years back when I began to share openly that I did not want to go to New Year’s Eve service, I was ridiculed, and informed that I was wrong to want to celebrate my birthday over spending time with Jesus. I was condemned for wanting to have a day to remember that God made me? I really didn’t have to be here. He made me healthy, and beautiful and put in me a greatness that will change the world.
At some point, I responded to people by simply asking, “Do you want to be in church every year on your birthday?” I love church. I do not want people to misinterpret this article for church bashing. What I do want to do is set the record straight!
It is not a sin for me to want to go out and enjoy New Year’s Eve whether it is my birthday or not. Now, after the tom-foolery that I saw this past birthday December 31, 2010 when I did decide to go out and party for the first time ever on my birthday instead of go to church, I can understand why folks need to be in church.
Thank you for reading.
- Origin of ‘Watch Night Service’ (examiner.com)
- Happy New Year to You. Happy Birthday to Me. (winecommonsewer.com)
- New Year’s Eve celebrations to kick off Jamaica’s 50th year of Independence (examiner.com)
- Domoâs New Years Eve Tips to Keep you Safe and Sound! (iamdomo.com)
- New Year’s Eve Watch Night Service At Riverside Church (harlemworldblog.wordpress.com)
- It’s Nobody’s Birthday But Mine (mommygosleepynow.wordpress.com)
- Happy 90th Birthday, Betty White (pinkisthenewblog.com)
- It is a new year! (ithakatripsmexico.wordpress.com)