Easter

Thirty-eight years ago I made the choice to believe that God created the heavens and the earth. I listened to the schools that deny God and listened to Him and made my choice.

On the other hand, the Smithsonian will only listen to the one unbelievable story and not listen to anyone else. In fact, they will only criticize anyone who challenges the theory they morph to fit the conditions. It is worthy of pointing out that the comet story I discussed in my last post is a recent addition to the fairy tale since science figured out that it is mathematically impossible for life to spontaneously erupt...so they needed it to come from SOMEWHERE not on the earth, so the comets seemed like a good place since they have ice and everyone knows how much life likes to live in ice (like the things living in your freezer). Of course, this all begs the question...how did it get on the comets?

For thousands of years is was foreseen that a messiah would appear in Israel, provided by God Himself to solve the manmade problem of sin separating us from Him. It was also foreseen He would be killed as He was, and that He would come back to life on the 3rd day following His death. He himself told of that miracle, and it happened just like He said. Just the same, He promises an intimate involvement in the lives of those who CHOOSE to believe Him.

Rather than back into a "plausible" explanation of what MIGHT have been, like oceans-of-ice striking to cover 71% of the earth with water miles deep, I chose in advance to believe what God has said. The result has not been a belief morphing to fit a changing story, but fulfilled promises of blessings and daily guidance that proves my faith consistently, the same today as yesterday and tomorrow. The Smithsonian answers evolve as much as the theory portends the universe does, but the Word of God is forever.

It is sad as the sincerest institutions, like the Smithsonian, close themselves off from the truth in the name of a need to know more than God. It's an old story first told in Eden. Even so like the miracles in my own life, this story is one whose results are foretold...over and over and over.