New Year's Aspirations

I can't make New Year's resolutions because of the word "resolution." In this context it means a "fixed purpose or determination of mind," (Webster's 1828) or "determining upon an action or course of action, method, procedure, etc." (Dictionary Online). To make resolutions I would have to believe, like the poet of Invictus that "I am the master of my fate: the captain of my soul." As a Christian I have come to grudgingly accept that I am not in control of my fate and my soul has been redeemed by someone else. So it is an exercise in futility for me to "resolve" that this year I will do this, or that, or change myself. I'm not here in 2012 for my own self-improvement projects. When the Westminster Catechism asks "What is the chief end of man?" the correct response is: "Man's chief end is to glorify God, and to enjoy Him forever."

So rather than make New Year's Resolutions that are doomed to failure as life unfolds over the course of days and weeks and months, I do have New Year's aspirations. That word, "aspiration" stems from the same lovely, breathy, root as inspire. Even in 1828 Webster said it meant "breathing after; an ardent wish or desire, usually for what is noble or spiritual." Today it has synonyms like longing, aim, ambition, or goal. If my aspirations can line up with glorifying God and enjoying Him forever, I believe the Holy Spirit might show some support for the activities and I stand a better chance of actually achieving something worthwhile.

I have three aspirations for 2012. The first is to read through the Chronological Bible. I started this last year with the goal of reading through in a year. I read, but too slowly to get past the prophets. It was silly of me to set a timetable, even though there is a lovely one in the back of the book that tells you how far to read each day. Rather than abandon the project as a failed resolution, I've decided now to see if I can read through the Chronological Bible in two years. Like graduating from college, it make take some extra semesters for me to complete the required work.

My second aspiration is to return to playing a keyboard instrument. I took eleven years of piano when I was in grade school and when I graduated High School I was a good pianist. Not great, not gifted, not extraordinary, just able to plod through sight-reading just about anything and making it come out as pleasant music. I held onto a semblance of ability until my children started school and then I let piano playing go and once you stop a muscle-memory activity you retain the memory but not the muscles. I think music is one way in which humans both glorify God and enjoy God and playing an instrument works a part of the brain that is worth keeping healthy. I'm old enough now to occasionally struggle with arthritis so I will have to start back at the very beginning, taking my feeble left hand and my dominant right hand through finger exercises and scales on an electronic keyboard before I have either the strength or the dexterity to try playing ivory-laid wooden keys.

My third aspiration is to organize into formats that can be appreciated by grandchildren and great-grandchildren I may never meet, the visual documentation of the lives of my family. I managed to scrapbook 2009 last year. But there is a daunting amount of photos before and since 2009 that still need to be "dealt with" and now I have come across boxes of Super 8, BETA Max, VHS, etc. video that needs to be upgraded to digital. Not to mention the chest of archival family photos I have secured that need to be scanned and digitially recovered. I like finding (as Madeleine L'Engle puts it) the "cosmos in the chaos." My mother's memory is no longer up to the task of sorting out who's who. Even scrapbooking technology has gone digital and you do photo books before you worry too much about sticking a print onto paper. I am going to get a digital camcorder and hope I can find software for video editing that doesn't consider my computer too obsolete. It may seem a narcissistic or uselessly historical hobby but I find a special enjoyment in God's creation through photographs, both artistic and documentary.

Take the photo that accompanies this blog for example. To you, it probably looks like blobby colors. I was walking around the Madonna Inn this summer on our anniversary trip and over a patio table was this lamp from the 1960's that was exactly like the lamp that I had in my bedroom as a child. It had always looked like big candied fruit chunks stuck together. The best angle I could get of the lamp was to zoom right up into its innards. Only when I did so did I notice that there was a spider's web and a large, healthy spider operating in a candy-colored world. I was charmed by the idea that this little arachnid lived in a whimsically stained-glass-like world, luring its prey in like a witch with a house made of sweets. The photo of that spider in the web-covered plastic hunks is what exploring a New Year is all about: looking at life and finding the unexpected story. That's what I aspire to do.