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How to have a truly happy new year.

For the first time in years, I don’t remember my New Year’s resolution from January. Usually, I write it down in my journal or on a note I stick to my mirror. There’s been many of those dog-eared sticky notes from years past. The year of contentment. Speaking life. We passed pancakes across the breakfast table on January 1st this year. “What do you want from 2018?” I can’t remember my answer. I know what I didn’t want though. I didn’t want to walk into her office and share the parts of my life I’m inclined to hide. I didn’t want to Facetime her the day after she delivered her baby that never breathed. I didn’t want to spend four months wondering how I’d walk into her house on Christmas day and see her empty chair. I didn’t want to go on another first date that led nowhere. We sit across from each other in a little coffee shop in Colorado, picking at a charcuterie board. “When I think about all of the things I have left to go through,” her voice cracks....
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Mixed Up Morality: To Save a Life

Two sheep wander into the guard room at the pool and the animal control guy shows up in his plaid shirt. The whole town is talking about it over coffee, how the sheep are sticking their noses in flowerbeds and ambling down the sidewalks.

I chuckle. "Our society cares more for animals then people. It's kind of awful."

We're sitting on benches, watching the pool water sparkle in the sun. He shrugs, "Yeah, I guess so."

"Human life is the most valuable."

He shrugs again, "Let's be honest, Kate. If I had the opportunity to save my dog's life over some people, I would have a hard time letting my dog die."

My jaw drops open. "Seriously? I think it's a no-brainer."

"I don't know."

I nod because that makes sense. Today, we know survival of the fittest. Every man for himself. If no one has a soul, then men are animals and we are all dust eventually. Man, dog, bird and monkey. Everything ends up in the ground and stays in the ground if there is no such thing as a soul. We have no reason for morals if we believe there is no God.

Or, we make a god and follow him, a man-made product of our messed up human hearts. Who is really god of false gods?

We really have no good reason for anything anymore.

I look at him, "You know, even if I had the choice to save a human who had done something terrible to me or to save my dog, I would choose the person."

"I guess I'm not a forgiving person," he says.

I chew my lip, "I've been forgiven too much not to forgive."

Morality can only continue to exist when there is Someone who defines what is good. I know Truth and He has set me free to be certain. We sit there in silence. All I can think of is the cross and the Perfect Man laying his life down for sinners, for me. How can I not do the same?

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