Evolution has made us by simple natural selection so that we want to live and recoil at the prospect of our end. Then the cold reality wherein it occurs of an uncaring unknowing universe simply erases and discards us and our lives, our hopes and dreams and fears like trash and debris. We are snuffed despite our struggles to avoid the end. That is what the naturalistic worldview gives us. That is a horror show. That is incredibly unfair but the cold, mechanical, uncaring universe doesn’t know and cannot care. It seems nearly enough to waken God from his slumber of non-existence to make things right in the sterile void of a naturalistic interpretation of the universe revealed by science.
Author: WarpedChild
Lawyers
Do you recall the old saying, ”One lawyer in town makes an ok living, but two lawyers in town and they both do well”? Now think of the U.S. Government full of lawyers. Could that be our problem?
She taught us to read
February 16, 2022
When I think of my first grade teacher Mrs. Flanders, she taught us to read. That’s pretty amazing! Imagine teaching twenty six year olds to read all at once. When you contemplate that it’s really quite an astounding achievement. First grade teachers are deeply under appreciated.
Questions on a sad, cold January afternoon
Has anyone ever seen the ghost of a cremated individual? Do ghosts require intact DNA?
Whimsical Notions on a December evening
No material object could do what UFOs apparently do. Therefore they are not material. There does seem however, to be intelligence behind them. That suggests they are intelligent, immaterial beings, or spirits. Why would spirits visit earth, though? That suggests they are spirits who are connected to earth. All of that suggests it’s possible they are spirits of the departed come here from elsewhere in the universe. That suggests that somewhere in the universe the heaven exists.
Change
We don’t live in the forest anymore and we never will again, even if we invent a way to get to the stars and find untouched new worlds with wild, untamed jungles.
Riches
As I sit on the porch watching the morning sun rise on a beautiful Indian Summer morning and sipping my coffee I reflect. Bill Gates has nothing on me. I am the richest man in the world.
Thoughts on Jupiter
I sit on the Southeast porch where my grandfather sat long ago after the day’s work was done and night began to fall. Through the silhouetted treetops I see Jupiter rising in the southeast sky. I know it is Jupiter because I looked on a sky map last night. My grandfather would have known. He knew a fair amount about astronomy and the planets. He sat where I now sit many nights close to seventy years ago. He was a farmer. My Aunt once told me that he wanted to grow corn on Venus. In 1950 we didn’t know much about Venus other than it was about the same size as the earth and closer to the sun. It was easy to imagine a world much like our own, with oceans, jungles, rivers, wildly growing foliage and who knows what animals and other creatures all hidden by the clouds that set free our imaginations. How disappointed he would have been to learn that Venus is closer to our visions of hell than a beautiful, fertile world ripe for farming.
September thought on a Tuesday morning.
Freedom means being free to make choices. It means being free to make choices about your life, about what you want, about where you want to go, about how you want to do it, and freedom to to pursue those choices. It does not mean freedom from responsibility. That would be responsibility to yourself, to your family, to your friends, to your neighbors, and to the world, and possibly to the universe and God. That has never worked and never will work.
Young love
I’m at the farm. I’ve been here for three weeks now. I’ve noticed a pair of Robins who spend all their time together. They look to be male and female, with the colorings of one being more vivid than the other. They roost together on wires and hunt for bugs and worms at the same time together on the lawn. One morning I looked out the window up at the unfinished ceiling joists of the outside porch and saw them roosting side by side in two of the three nests birds have built there over the past years. Then they suddenly flew off together into a nearby tree. God bless them. I’m so happy for their joyful fling at life and love in the springtime morning air! It saddens me though to have the somber realization that one day, it will end for them. One or the other will fall by the wayside. That is the nature of this world. Into every life tragedy will fall. So go flit through the morning sunshine beautiful little birds while you are young, filled with joy, and have forever in front of you.