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Ethic Morality

Ah, Monday. My least favorite day in general, but I am happy because this Monday we are going to the chiropractor. (I hurt my shoulder/rib/arm area somehow. He can fix it.) Yesterday I was at the pool without my swimsuit. (I didn't want to have to take a shower before youth) One of the lifeguards called me over with his whistle to ask if I could have Griffin the other lifeguard (seriously that name is so cool I couldn't not say it.) grab his water from the fridge so I could give it to him. Naturally I did what he asked. I was very happy to help my friend/future colleague. After giving him his chilly beverage, he thanked me and then said, "So I am going to be your boss next year." I was kind of flash backing to all of the times that I have seen him take charge like Oh, it all makes sense now! He will be a good boss I am sure. He is really sweet (as far as I know) and he has an awesome beard/stache thing going on.
At youth last night, we discussed ethic morality. We talked about how ethic morality is NOT subjective. Mr. Fernando was saying, "IF somebody tells you that Ethic Morality is subjective then you get in their face and-"
"Lick them!!" I interupted. The whole youth group was almost rolling on the floor laughing. He was going to say punch them in the face. So if you ever try to tell me that Ethic Morality is subjective, I will lick your face. Just a fair warning. Mr. Fernando also asked, "Can anyone be good without God?". At first, this seems like an extremely shallow question, even a trick question. Let's just chew on this for a moment.
Image result for the thinker meme Can a person be good without God? The answer is no. (Hear me out) God, being the essence of good, everything He is,says,makes, ever does, is good without God there is no good, we would not know how to fathom good much less be good and mass chaos would rule the earth. To prevent this happening, God wrote a moral code on our hearts; gave us a conscience. We know right from wrong, so while we cannot fathom good without God, we can act good while ignoring His existence. (BTW it is not nice to ignore people, or God.) Maybe later I will make a serious essay about the existence of God, but right now (After I have offended half of you with the truth.) It is sonnet time. (Let us smooth things over a bit with the lovely language of Shakespeare.) Sonnet 7. 😇

Lo in the orient when the gracious light
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
Serving with looks his sacred majesty,
And having climbed the steep-up heavenly hill,
Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
Attending on his golden pilgrimage:
But when from highmost pitch with weary car,
Like feeble age he reeleth from the day,
The eyes (fore duteous) now converted are
From his low tract and look another way:
So thou, thy self out-going in thy noon:
Unlooked on diest unless thou get a son.

Low in the sky when the gracious sun
Lifts up his burning head, each eye (from down below, like us humans on earth)
Pays his respect the his new appearing light (He/the sun is referring to the Greek Apollo, god of the Sun. He rode his flaming chariot across the sky everyday.)
Serving Apollo with looks,
And (Apollo) having climbed the steep-up heavenly hill (The sky)
Resembling strong youth in his middle age (He is a god, he can look young when he chooses I guess.)
Yet mortal youths adore his beauty still,
Attending on his golden pilgrimage (across the sky.)
But when from highmost pitch (the top of the sky, noon) with weary car (his flaming chariot)
Like weak/old age he falls from the day
The eyes (before duteous) now converted are
From his low course and look another way
So you, yourself out-going in your noon
Unlooked, you will die unless you get a son.

Some of that, as you see I left pretty much word for word because it is understandable. If you are wondering about Apollo, I think the myth is that every day Aurora (goddess of the dawn) would harness his flaming horses/chariot (I am not sure which is flaming) and wake up Apollo who would then ride his chariot across the sky. (correct me if I am wrong there, please) Just to be clear, I do not believe in the Greek myths, I only believe in the one true God. The God of the Bible (Old and new testament, He doesn't change) I do really enjoy learning about mythology and the like though. I think that is all for today. Have a fantastic Monday. I love you all. (Even though I may not know you...)

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