Wags will quip that “’s not really a new decade—that doesn’t start until next year, in 2021.” It’s a case where the wags are correct on the facts, but don’t appreciate how appealing that nice, round “0” at the end looks. Everyone was excited for 2000 AD; 2001 was greeted with shrugs.
I have a feeling 2021 will earn the same shrugs as 2001, with one crucial difference: everyone was so desperate for 2020 to end, they’re going to treat 2021 as the dawn of a new age.
I wish I could share their optimism. I am positive about the new year—an opportunity to reset and reflect, and to try to best goals set and/or achieved in 2020.
But the macro view looks bleak: a questionable, if not outright stolen, presidential election; an enduring Chinese Virus; the draconian lockdowns and fiat edicts flimsily justified as measures against The Virus; the further decline of morality; and on and on. The future doesn’t seem bright for the West at the moment.
History, however, suggests that it’s always darkest just before the dawn. The cultural turmoil of the 1960s lead into the long, filthy 70s. In 1979, America and the West were on the ropes: the Soviets were invading Afghanistan; Americans were held hostage in Iran; the coal miner’s unions ruled Britain.
Ten years later, the Berlin Wall came down, the hostages were home, and Britain became a financial powerhouse. It was cool to be conservative, at least for a time. For a time, things were improving.
Maybe that was a temporary reprieve—as I believe President Trump’s presidency was, in many ways, was a reprieve from Leftist insanity—but it shows how even the darkest situations don’t inevitably lead to decline. I’m a declinist by inclination, but I have to remember that God is in control, and He will see us through anything if we have faith.
So, here’s hoping that 2021 improves on 2020—which, in retrospect, wasn’t such a bad year after all.
Happy New Year!
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