I don't want to leave you this year with my snarky comments about one of the greatest rock songwriters and performers ever (see below), so I'd like to wish you a happy new year.
But a universal "Happy New Year" sounds so impersonal. You are a special person. Why should I just lump you in with all those faceless masses? (And I do mean masses; yesterday's Gawker.com mention of the true-life contretemps between Mom and Paris Hilton brought 1,000 hits in five hours.)
So I have something special I'd like to do for you tonight, something that will take me away from my busy laundry-doing, takeout-eating, and Chesterton-reading New Year's Eve schedule. Drop me a line at dawn -at- dawneden.com (replacing the spam-foiling -at- with a you-know-what). You don't have to write anything in the e-mail if you don't want to; I just need your name and "Dawn Patrol" in the header. Here's what I'll do:
I will pray for God to bless you in the new year.
If you'd like me to pray for anything specific for you or your friends and family, I'll pray for that too, according to God's will. And if you want, I'll even pray for someone you don't know, like Paris Hilton or Howard Dean—we are, after all, supposed to pray for our enemies.
If you're reading this after New Year's Eve and want a prayer, my offer still stands. But I'd most like to receive requests tonight, as I have some time, and it would be a blessing for me to be able to welcome the New Year with prayers for others whom I know want them.
Someone who's never met me recently made a post to a message board containing a link to this blog and a 12-word review: "Isn't this the most whacked-out [expletive] you've ever seen in your life?" I'm sure she'll think that even more when she reads this. I think my Dawn Patrol slogan in the new year is going to be "Whacked-Out [Expletive] for Jesus."
OK, maybe not. But it's cool.