It just kills me that people want to worship a god whom they believe cheats via fossils. I mean, the Bible clearly states he can be led to torment the undeserving on a bet, but really, lying is going too far!
From desert cliff and mountaintop we trace the wide design, Strike-slip fault and overthrust and syn and anticline... We gaze upon creation where erosion makes it known, And count the countless aeons in the banding of the stone. Odd, long-vanished creatures and their tracks & shells are found; Where truth has left its sketches on the slate below the ground. [1] The patient stone can speak, if we but listen when it talks. Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote the rocks.
There are those who name the stars, who watch the sky by night, Seeking out the darkest place, to better see the light. Long ago, when torture broke the remnant of his will, Galileo recanted, but the Earth is moving still [2] High above the mountaintops, where only distance bars, The truth has left its footprints in the dust between the stars. We may watch and study or may shudder and deny, Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote the sky.
By stem and root and branch we trace, by feather, fang and fur, How the living things that are descend from things that were. The moss, the kelp, the zebrafish, the very mice and flies, These tiny, humble, wordless things -- how shall they tell us lies? We are kin to beasts; no other answer can we bring. The truth has left its fingerprints on every living thing. Remember, should you have to choose between them in the strife, Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote life.
And we who listen to the stars, or walk the dusty grade [3] Or break the very atoms down to see how they are made, Or study cells, or living things, seek truth with open hand. The profoundest act of worship is to try to understand. Deep in flower and in flesh, in star and soil and seed, The truth has left its living word for anyone to read. So turn and look where best you think the story is unfurled. Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote the world.
The book of Job is a very interesting read...what I find in Job, is a man of knowledge, power, wealth, and a few so called friends. Friends of course that were not very good friends. How did Job get to be so powerful...if not through knowledge?
Before, and even through Job's trials of life...he believed in a maker. I believe scripture tells us "the fool has said in his heart there is no God". People claim to be all knowing yet they do not know what scripture teaches. A true man of science will know it's maker. Faith is not a hope so, maybe so, idea. It is a reality, like we were all born, and we will all die.
Just a thought for those that don't believe in God...
To me...if they are a million or six thousand years old...it doesn't matter...they were put there by God...What a wonderful designer.
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The Word of God
From desert cliff and mountaintop we trace the wide design,
Strike-slip fault and overthrust and syn and anticline...
We gaze upon creation where erosion makes it known,
And count the countless aeons in the banding of the stone.
Odd, long-vanished creatures and their tracks & shells are found;
Where truth has left its sketches on the slate below the ground. [1]
The patient stone can speak, if we but listen when it talks.
Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote the rocks.
There are those who name the stars, who watch the sky by night,
Seeking out the darkest place, to better see the light.
Long ago, when torture broke the remnant of his will,
Galileo recanted, but the Earth is moving still [2]
High above the mountaintops, where only distance bars,
The truth has left its footprints in the dust between the stars.
We may watch and study or may shudder and deny,
Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote the sky.
By stem and root and branch we trace, by feather, fang and fur,
How the living things that are descend from things that were.
The moss, the kelp, the zebrafish, the very mice and flies,
These tiny, humble, wordless things -- how shall they tell us lies?
We are kin to beasts; no other answer can we bring.
The truth has left its fingerprints on every living thing.
Remember, should you have to choose between them in the strife,
Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote life.
And we who listen to the stars, or walk the dusty grade [3]
Or break the very atoms down to see how they are made,
Or study cells, or living things, seek truth with open hand.
The profoundest act of worship is to try to understand.
Deep in flower and in flesh, in star and soil and seed,
The truth has left its living word for anyone to read.
So turn and look where best you think the story is unfurled.
Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote the world.
-- Catherine Faber
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Ever Read the Book of Job?
The book of Job is a very interesting read...what I find in Job, is a man of knowledge, power, wealth, and a few so called friends. Friends of course that were not very good friends. How did Job get to be so powerful...if not through knowledge?
Before, and even through Job's trials of life...he believed in a maker. I believe scripture tells us "the fool has said in his heart there is no God". People claim to be all knowing yet they do not know what scripture teaches. A true man of science will know it's maker. Faith is not a hope so, maybe so, idea. It is a reality, like we were all born, and we will all die.
Just a thought for those that don't believe in God...
To me...if they are a million or six thousand years old...it doesn't matter...they were put there by God...What a wonderful designer.
Lana
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I was born with a lot of things; I'm fortunate that education has managed to eliminate some of them.
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