Silly Scientists!

One of my favorite past times, is reading evolutionary “facts.”How they scramble to make it all fit humors my day…it is so fairy-tale-perfect that to anyone with common sense, it is completely unbelievable…

The biggest thing that humors me, is that they continually make the world older, and older and older…did you know that in the 1950s, I believe it was, the world was three billion years old?? Now it is like what, four to six billion. Also, how they come up with facts and science in their offices, facts that seem to make sense, but then they try to make the evidence prove their theories. (Tell me, what lawyer makes up the story, and tries to make the clue fit his story? A bad lawyer.) For example, they came up with the geologic column (time chart), but it was completely hypothetical. It has never been proven.

Another amusing thing is their circular reasoning. They date the fossils by the rocks they are found in, and they date the rocks by what fossils are found in them….what??? This makes absolutely no sense.

And of course they make fun of us as well, but I really think that if you pull back, and look at both arguments with a completely open mind, creation just makes a lot more sense.

And remember, either their has to be an eternal creator, or eternal matter. Nothing, cannot create everything…and doesn’t it seem more likely that a god could be around forever, than a bunch of gases? And that a god could create everything, rather than the gases randomly exploding in such a perfect way as to create a universe, and also happen to create life. With humans and animals that have extremely intricate cells, and ways of life. And this planet is just the right distance from the sun that it is not too hot or too cold? And the moon just HAPPENS to be located in JUST the right place so that it can effect the tides and seasons which keep life from slipping into utter chaos……ugh, it goes on…and on….and on….what will we humans be next? Mr. Spock, maybe? That is most illogical!

Anyways, I cannot change the evolutionist with my ravings and musing, so I will end my ravings and musings with this.

I have faced many evolutionary arguments, and I fail to see the science in them. I do not feel stupid or ashamed for my belief in creation. And I am completely un-intimidated by the arguments that I have heard. I do not want to come across as cocky…merely un-concered with what good arguments may be thrown my way. I do not hate evolutionists, I would love to get to know them better, in fact.

Peace, and love and all that jazz, and most definitely,  blessings to all,

C.D.

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Who Are You?

Who are you? No, really, who are you? Are you Adam the First? Or Isaac of Abraham? Are you Julius Caesar? I know you are not Adrian Peterson, or Alex Rodriguez? But could you be George Washington…..nah. Most likely not Michael Jackson…Bill Gates?? Ha, let me see your car!

We are all somebody. And I do not mean somebody as in someone who is famous and popular, or has special talents. We are somebody in that, we are special to God, and we each have our own unique DNA and story. But the problem is that we all want to be somebody. We want people to chase after us.

Insecurity. Who am I? This is a question I struggle with, and it is usually a subconscious struggle. I get this idea that if I can score touchdowns like Adrian Peterson, or win battles like Julius Caesar, or have popularity like Michael Jackson, or have wealth like Bill Gates, I will be somebody. I will be secure. I will be established and famous. People will want my autograph, they will want my picture, they will chase me like I mean the world to them. If I had all this, I would need nothing more. If I had everything, I would not need anything. I would not need God.

I would not need God. The last time a civilization decided they did not need God…well, they Babbled.

But the plain and simple of it all–is Christ. If I am a Christian, I do not need anything else. I will be exactly where I want to be. I DO need God. If I would just rely on God’s bountiful supply (that rhymes by the way) I would not need anything else. I would be content. If I was content with Christ, I would be content.

My identity is not in the things of this world, so, who am I? I am not sports, I am not knowledge, I am not fitness, I am not maturity, I am not fame, I am not music, I am not mechanics, I am not money–I am a Christian, which means: I am a follower of JESUS CHRIST! That is who I am. I need no other plea! I am a child of God, and in THAT I stake my claim. In THAT I place my identity. You ask me who I am? I am, unreservedly, unashamedly and most definitely a Christian (definition: little Christ/follower of Jesus Christ).

If I had an official Kingdom of God identification card, it would read something like this:

Name: Christopher Daniel Witmer
D.O.B: October, 2004
Country: Kingdom of Christ
Son of the King

Our significance lies in Christ’s significance.

May you rest in His significance,

C.D.

Perfect People

There is no such thing as a perfect person–and no, I have not be listening to Natalie Grant.

So often I am consumed by trying to make my life look good. Making sure all my failures and downfalls, insecurities and faults are hidden from the rest of the world. I make an attempt (a futile attempt) on my own, to lift myself up, to appear like what I am not.

I go through life trying to make every area exactly how it seems–or I am told to be done.

I pursue ideals. But the ideals I pursue are a mirage. I can never reach them. They are forever out of my grasp.

I ruffle the seas of my life, trying to steer a boat in the direction I want it to go. And out of my struggle to make my appearance and my relationships bright and shiny, I only create larger and bigger waves.

And God just steps back and says, “Ok, if that is the way you want to go, go ahead. But I’m here whenever you need me.”

So out of my rebellion and pride I continue to struggle on. I tackle the imperfections of my life–and off in the distance God still stands waiting for me to give it all to Him.

Imagine with me for a bit.

We are out in the middle of… … …well, let’s say the Sea of Galilee, it is known for its storms. But only this time, let us call it the Sea of Life, and the boat you are in is called, Your Life. You have sailed this sea up and down and all around–the fact is, you are the master, the expert on the Sea of Life. You know which exact routes are the best, which islands are the nicest. You even know which ports are the most convenient to dock at.

But this particular night wasn’t so great. It was a BIG mistake to set sail tonight. And now you are out in the very center of a great storm. Waves are toppling over the edges of your boat every second. The wind howls around you, close to hurricane speeds.  But you do not despair. Having always been a good leader you take complete command. “Do this! And do that!” you shout to the crew. But no matter how many times you change course, or how many times you bail water out, things just get worse and worse.

But then as you are leaning over the rail with your pail in hand, exhausted and resting from the long night’s work. You notice that a light has appeared behind you, thinking it strange for the sun to be up so early you turn around. And you come face to face with the full glory of the light. Out in the dark horizon stands a cross. A distinct cross–a stark contrast to the night sky. And on this cross of light hangs Jesus, looking down into your eyes. And you hear Him whispering–

Just leave your imperfections to Me. It is already done, I have taken care of it. Let Me make you and break you, guide you and keep you. Mold you into the perfect shape I have planned for you.

And so I rest on this comfort. I don’t need perfect relationships. I don’t need a perfect life. I don’t need a perfect church. All I need is God–and He is perfect! 😀

“Cast your cares on the Lord and he will sustain you.” – Psalms 55:22a

C.D.