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And Ethics....</title><content type="html">Oops. So... grade for weekly posting-- F. Sorry team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade for diet for this week, D+. Had a serious relapse yesterday, ate most of a thing of crazy bread and drank a DP. It was just so good. Gained a pound back. I'm still at minus 12 pounds for the month, hoping to rally this week and end up at minus 17-20 or so by a week from today, so I have my work cut out for me. Hopefully I can finish strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language grade- 0. I have done nothing on it and am ashamed of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading grade- A-. I have read well, but have a couple books that I need to put to sleep this week. Next week is vacation so will only read fiction that week, should easily kill 2-5 that week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving spouse grade- B?- I'm making a more concerted effort to ask questions and listen better, but still much improvement to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethics:&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking a lot about ethics this past couple weeks. I spend (too much) some time on reddit.com while at work, and probably 95% of the vocal posters there are aggressive atheists, meaning they can't let a post go by without criticising Christianity. And we probably deserve quite a bit of criticism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, one criticism I believe is off-target. Many will say that they do not need some "flying spaghetti monster" to tell them how to be a moral person. I think they couldn't be further from the truth. I want to submit that the only biblical measure of ethics is relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this idea is certainly not original with me, but I'm not sure who to credit with it, so I just want to at least claim that I am not taking credit for the idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us like to pretend that there are two ideas floating around of "good" and "evil" and that they are completely objective. I think "good" and "evil" are 100% subjective. They are completely and totally products of relationship. No rule is arbitrary, but every part of good ethics is relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only correct relationship from human to human is one of altruistic love. The only correct way to view others is that they are more important than us. That is the only ethic we are called to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only correct way to have relationship from human to God is one of obedient love. The relationship of creator to creature places us where we might sometimes follow God's command even if it seems arbitrary for us. The reason being that God has revealed himself in and as love, thus if we are to be in correct relation to him, then we must trust that he has our best interests in mind. We will never completely understand, but that is not for the creature to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difficulty is determining what God told us to do and when he told us to do it. If someone claims that they were told by God to blow up a building, does that mean we trust them and hand them some C4? I think we have to judge each instance separately, but I think we can generally say that blowing things up is not in line with love. So if God is love, then God would not command us to do something unloving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowing up a building is an easy target (pun intended), but what about something like telling someone the brutal, honest truth? When is that appropriate? 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Well anyway, 2010 has come and gone and I'm preparing for 2011. I am looking forward to a plethora of good movies this year, a few good video games, and a chance to have a better 28th year than 27th. My 27th was anything but bad, but I want to be a better man this year. I am also extremely OCD about odd numbers, so my conundrum is always that either my age or the year are not both even, though I was born in an even year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that to say, I have spent some significant time working on some goals for 2011, so here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading: Finish at least 40 new books this year, while mastering/rereading at least 10. This will probably be one of my easier goals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing: 1. Blog at least once per week. And, since I haven't had this editor open since September, that will be a challenge. However, I did shoot out 52 posts last year, so I at least made the average right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         2. Begin writing seriously. No particular subject, but would like to start getting a lot of my memories written down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitness: Drop about 30 pounds, and keep it off. Not sure why this is listed first, as it isn't really my main goal. My main goal is to be in much better shape. That will start, for me, by spending at least 40 minutes every morning doing cardio of some sort. Then, Mon, Tues, Thurs and Fri at least 30 minutes lifting weights. I would like to average less than 1 DP per day in 2011, and most days, Mon-Sat, spend at least 1 hour in some sort of active pursuit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Languages: Spanish. Would like to get a basic facility with Spanish. I took five years, so hopefully it isn't incredibly difficult to get back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Greek. Need to translate at least on letter, work my way through a vocab book, and work through a basic grammar. Need to use this daily so that I don't suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Hebrew. Would like to build my basic vocab back up. Would like to work through a basic grammar and translate a short prophet or something like that. Ok if I suck at it, but right now I'm not even approaching sucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships: I more than anything want to be a better husband this year. I don't think I have been terrible, but Robin deserves my full effort, and sometimes I haven't given that. I want to put the same kind of work into my relationship with her as I do many other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               I want to develop relationships with pastors in town, and meet many non-Christians. I want to start being a regular at some places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopes: These things are completely out of my hands, but they are things I am hoping and praying for anyway. First, that we could get pregnant and have a kid this year. Second, that we could find a church that is either dying or wants to share their building so we can have our own place to meet. Third, to be able to be full-time at church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope is that by putting some of these things out there I can hold myself accountable to do them. I want to have a better 2011 and these are things that will help me do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480166978688366803-4600813899951542309?l=cricapher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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