New Year Resolutions for 2012

I’m a fan of new year resolutions.

Here’s why:

People rarely slow down to honestly assess their lives these days: where they’re at career-wise, the things they value, what they spend their time and money on. Now, some people still don’t get it. But I like the fact that, built in to our culture, is a kind of system for self evaluation.

I thought briefly about resolutions this year, and even briefly considered resolving to make no resolutions at all. I finally decided against it. Why? Because people are all messed up and are always in need of improvement; and, when looking in the right places, a very particular type of improvement in your own life is always readily available. What I mean is, by God’s grace, we can end this new year with a greater understanding of who we are, the world we live in, and what Christmas really means. (What? Yeah. Life is about Christmas. It’s pretty sweet that every year ends on a high note, reminding us about the things that really matter.)

So here are my resolutions for this new year:

1. To consider it one of my highest joys to serve my wife, my children, and my family with humility, generosity, and grace.

2. To take my wife out on a date every month. (Perhaps a modest goal, but one I’m sure she’ll like.)

3. To give my wife a kids-free crafting day once a month.

4. To improve my physical, emotional, and mental fitness by exercising my body regularly.

5. To pray for my wife and children daily.

For those of you wondering, I say “new year resolutions” and not “new year’s…” because they are my resolutions – not the year’s. I want to take ownership of them….

Let’s also take a look back at my resolutions from 1/1/2011 and see how I sized up:

1. Read a minimum of four excellent books.

I only read two of the books on my short list for the year, though I did read a few others, too. The two I did read were The Reason for God and Forty Days of Musa Dagh. I’ll get to the other two this year, I’m sure.

2. Pray for my family every day.

Totally didn’t happen. Utter failure. But it’s a good thing that God already knew that.

3. Climb 5.11a.

Also didn’t happen – I don’t think. But have been climbing a lot more recently. In the last two weeks, I climbed my first 5.10d and V3. My guess is that 5.11a isn’t out of my reach, I just haven’t had any opportunities to give a climb of that rating a shot. I attempted a 5.11b yesterday, at the end of my climbing session, and couldn’t hack it. I got stuck about half-way up. If you have zero idea what I’m talking about, here’s a quick intro to how climbs are rated: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grade_(climbing)

You might be wondering about a few things here – why 2012’s resolutions don’t include anything about climbing or reading. Re: climbing, I still want to climb – and climb harder – but I want to make sure my interest in climbing doesn’t overshadow my service to my family. Re: reading, I still will read – and I hope to read more this year than last – but again, I’m not interested in focusing on it. I’ll just do it. Hopefully.

The Strange Tendency of History to Repeat

@jaymathesmusic: Reading “The Forty Days of Musa Dagh” right now. Why can’t we prevent history from repeating itself? Oh yeah, now I remember: politics.

Clarification: I’m reading a translation, in English…  The picture to the left is a copy of the first edition.

I’m only one hundred pages in to the book right now, but a lot of what I’ve read so far sounds vaguely familiar: Nazi Germany, Sudan, and the Trail of Tears all come to mind.

I do have one, big clarification, though, on my tweet: I think there are occasions where the main reason countries do no intervene in preventing genocide is because they do not have the resources – financial or otherwise – to stop it. For all practical purposes, this was probably a big factor in WW2. Not most of Europe together could stop Nazi Germany, even though they wanted to.

I think at the heart of this global problem is the fact that people inherently react to events with self preservation as the highest priority. I can bring this theory in to the practical: I love my son. Very much. But when he runs at me when I’m lying on the floor, full-speed, and I don’t see him until the last instant, my only reaction is to lift my arm, shielding my body from the blow, regardless of the consequences to him. Thank God I haven’t hurt him yet this way, but he has definitely lost his breath on a number of occasions.

I’d just like to humbly conclude by saying that this is an area of great interest to me, and one that I know almost nothing about. I tend* to be a serious cynic when in comes politics, and the American political system, in particular, and this obviously affects my views here. I’m open to discovering the truth behind what I’m talking about – even if it means revising my entire view of the matter.