Jesus warned us.
Will we listen?


The notion of evolution requires ‘creation.’ Creation of half-baked ideas, all of which ignore today’s science. To believe that mankind evolved also requires us to ignore all life surrounding us. Must we argue about man’s evolution any longer? No. Just look around at world in which we live. There are three main reasons evolution can not explain where we came from.

Reason number 1

Mankind has no constructive purpose for being here.

Our lifetime, singly or as an entire species, contributes nothing useful to the successful operation of this planet or to our environment. We’re not an integral part of the chain of life that surrounds us. Earth doesn’t need us to spin it, animals don’t need us to teach them how to survive, plants don’t need us to cultivate or water them. If we evolved along with everything else that shares this planet, we’d have a useful part to play in the chain of life like grass and trees, lions and gazelle, whales and fish, insects and bacteria.

As it is, we need them. They don’t need us.

If we evolved, other life forms on Earth would rely on us in some mutually beneficial way and we’d have our slot, our purpose, our membership here in club Earth. But no. We’re not integrated. Earth and its abundant forms of life do not need us at all. In fact, they’d be better off without us and our ability to damage the environment and obliterate another species with every chance we get.

Our being here at all should fill you with a disturbing sense of wonder.

Reason number 2

We’re always changing how we do things.

For as long as anyone knows, plants and animals have always done things the same way. Birds build the same kind of nests, beavers build the same kind of dams, bees the same kind of honeycomb. They have a method that works and it doesn’t change.

But not us. Even though we share the same air and water as birds, beavers and bees, we change and do things differently today than we did yesterday. We burned wood for warmth, later coal and now gas, which is flow controlled by electrical circuits powered by nuclear reactions. This is just one example of thousands of ways we’ve changed how we do things––taking its place among countless methods changed by ancestors so dissatisfied with their life of position, power and economics that they plotted and killed in excess of what was needed––and considered it justified. It continues this way.

Why don’t we do things the same way as generations before us, like birds and bees and bears and beavers? Why aren’t we settled on our methods of doing things like all the plants and animals around us, flowing along with our environment as an extension of our natural surroundings––instead of trying to change it, change ourselves, and change those around us?

Because we’re not on the same frequency.

Reason number 3

We have no genetic knowledge.

A robin doesn’t need another robin to teach it how to build a nest, they just know. If they and other life forms evolved with that kind of inborn genetic knowledge that gets passed along, why didn’t mankind? If we’re so highly evolved, why are we completely ignorant at birth, having to learn everything from scratch––from using our first spoon to burying our dead?

With our superior brains and vast intellect, shouldn’t we be far ahead of the lowly animals, each child born knowing at least something from a previous generation? Some inherited constructive point of reference that evolved in our brains to help us survive?

But no. Infants are helpless for years and years. Our species operates so differently from everything else living here on Earth, it boggles the mind.

Reason number 4?

We’re unhooked from our beginnings. (Evolutionists have trouble with this.)

Evolutionists preach that all life came from the same pond scum, and that we remain hooked to that beginning, that source. But mankind suddenly bursts forth and does everything differently than the cradle of life around us. Crusaders of evolution then “create” new religious paragraphs about a “missing link” to maintain their belief system devoid of science and even history. As is, Saint Darwin teaches more ‘creation’ in his church of evolution than his congregation realizes.

Here’s a quote from the original “Creation” Bible, Genesis Chapter 1, verse 26: Then God said, “Let us make mankind in our image, in our likeness, so that they may rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky, over the livestock and all the wild animals, and over all the creatures that move along the ground.”  

We were put here. We were made. A premeditated engineering decision. One that would make mankind very distinct from other life forms on this planet.

You may think the Bible is hocus-pocus and requires blind belief, however, there are more indications of DNA replication science in the Bible than have ever been a part of Darwinian religion. Charles Darwin, the spoiled rich kid and whimsical thinker from 1859, offers only outdated fairytales in the face of today’s actual genetic research.

There used to be a theory that the sun traveled around earth. Wrong. There used to be a theory that if you could’t see germs, they didn’t exist. Wrong. Some very smart surgeons thought that washing germs off their hands was hocus-pocus well into the 1930’s. It just goes to show that being smart about some things, does not mean you understand every thing. Our misguided loyalty to falsehoods, nurtured by pride, is another difference between us and other life.

Seems to me that the Bible of creation had it right all along.

Today marks a celebration of Jesus’s resurrection from the dead. Worth noting if you’d like to live beyond this earthly life.

Now I know that what I just wrote could sound foolish to many readers. Live beyond this life? What’s he talking about? Doesn’t he know that we evolved from pond scum, apes and that there is no God?


There are many things here on Earth that we don’t fully understand. Some of us think that if you can’t see, hear, taste, smell or touch something, it doesn’t exist, even though radio waves remain unseen, natural gas is odorless and love has no height or width.

Could it be that there is a part of us that goes beyond the five senses? Maybe we have eight, but for some reason, we only use five. Maybe we’re evolving toward using the full eight, and that is what some people call the spiritual realm.

Spirit does not have to be separate from technology and science, does it? Why can’t spiritual things simply be highly advanced technology that we’re not equipped to operate? Maybe spirit is bio-tech on a whole different level, where through death, we shed the limitations of our five senses and graduate to the university of spirit.


I didn’t make the rules. But I have discovered through many experiences that believing is a key part of “graduating” to the next level. And, that’s why Jesus came. To teach those around him that there’s more to life than what you think. He was murdered by the Hebrew mafia and the big-time Romans (who kept excellent records). Then, he came back to life and hung out here on Earth for about a month before he left Israel in that form.

Could “believing” be an added sense that we can tap into here in this life––a sense that helps us cross into the extended life promised us by God? Could this life be the beta version, sperm-egg genesis of our intellectual choices, which then launches our 2.0 and beyond?

Spirit is really high tech bio that’s way beyond our five senses. God, the master of technology, made us to evolve to the point where we can finally shed the deadly weight of pride in thinking that we know everything—based on only five senses. Spirit is high-tech bio, part of our Father’s great plan.

Speaking of plans, it’s too bad Adam and Eve thought God was a liar. God had to switch plans. Can’t have much of relationship with someone who thinks you’re a liar, can you? At the start, maybe Adam and Eve had eight senses and then God “grounded” them. Kind of like children who misbehave.

No matter male, female or whatever race a baby may happen to be, not one infant born into today’s life of five senses knows what a spoon is for or how to use one. We’re equally ignorant. It’s pure equality at its bio-engineered form. Then we learn our favorite ways to become different.

My prayer is that we all learn to “believe” what Jesus demonstrated to his disciples and followers, in order to help them get it, grasp it, and hang on to it–instead of trusting information that is only gleaned from five senses. There’s more to trusting God than meets the eye—or ear, or nose, or tongue, or fingers.

God bless you this Easter. And may you “believe” that Jesus loved us enough to do what he did, so he and our Father God could spoon feed enough trust into our infant intellects to evolve beyond pride.

“I can see the bacteria on your hand,” the beggar said as he staggered up to me.

“No you can’t.” I reached into my wallet to fish out the right amount.

“Are you calling me a liar?” His eyes danced over my wrist into the fold of leather.

“I just don’t believe it. That’s all.”

“So, because you can’t, you think I can’t.” His breath carried sour grapes rotting in the noon sun. Have to get out of here quick. Ten should do it.

“People can’t see bacteria, they’re too small. You need a microscope.”

“So you think everyone is exactly the same as you?” A crusted brown hand punished by life on the streets, reached out little by little.

“No, people are different, but we have limitations.”

His hand jittered with expectation as he asked, “So people are different, but our limitations are exactly the same?”

Did I release the ten, or did he tug on it first? Better watch out for him. “What? No. We have different limitations, too.” The guy seemed smarter than he looked. Sure knew double-talk.

“Thank you, sir.” His head bobbed under his ragged green ball cap as a jumbled row of scabby teeth parted a cloud of dirty grey whiskers.

“You’re welcome.” I took a step away, wallet back in place, safe from a pick-pocket.

“No bacteria on me at all,” he said.

This guy is nuts. Everyone has––

“Bacteria?” He finished my thought with a voice that begged me to stay. I knew he wanted to work me for more money. That’s what they always want.

“Look, I have to go.” I adjusted my sunglasses. “God bless you.”

“Can you see bacteria on me?”

This was dumb. I shook my head.

“Then, how do you know if they’re here?” Stubby brownish fingers wiggled toward me, palms up, my ten jammed between the fingers of his left hand.

“Because they are.”

“But you can’t see them, can you?” His weaving got worse. Would he topple over?

“If I had a microscope I could show you.”

“I’ll wait.” He staggered backward, sat on the concrete barrier and folded flanneled arms across his chest.

“No. No, I have to go.” Maybe he had all day. I didn’t.

“No faith, huh?”


“You don’t have enough faith that you’re right, and I’m wrong.” His thumb made a pass at his chest.

I shook my head, numb lips peeled apart to force my reply. “I have faith, just no time. Gotta go.”

“Maybe bacteria isn’t real, ‘cause you’re the one who can’t see ’em.” He studied the back of his hand.

“They’re real. Like I said, a microscope.”

He closed his eyes, and propped his grimy hands down to either side to keep his torso from leaning over too far. “God’s real, too.”

God? “No, God’s just a belief. Bacteria, real. God, not real.”

His eyelids fluttered. “I can see God, too.”

“No you can’t. No one can.”

“So everyone is the same?” He wiped at his nose and ran his tongue down across his bottom lip. Drool.

“God’s not real. That’s all.”

“Yep. That’s what they used to say about bacteria––not real. Surgeons didn’t wash their hands––argued about it all the time.” His right hand flew upward then made a loose dismissive wave as it settled back onto the wall.

“Well, now they know more. With the microscope, there’s proof. Now they can get a good look.”

“So the bacteria were there the whole time they were arguing about it?”

I nodded. “Of course they were.”

He stood erect and steady, approached me and placed a heavy hand on my shoulder, the way I imagined my father might have done. Had he stayed.

“Bacteria were there … the whole time?” The beggar’s face moved closer. Somehow he no longer seemed tipsy.

“Of course,” I said.

“Even while they were arguing about whether the bacteria existed or not?”

“They invented the microscope, then they could see.” Why couldn’t he get this?

“Son, maybe you need to invent a Godscope. Then, you’ll get a better look at someone who’s been here the whole time, too.”

Eyebrows rose above his wink, followed by a smile that broke forth like sunshine after a storm. His hand fell from my shoulder as he turned with a brisk soldier’s spin, then walked away with lengthy well-timed strides past the grocery on the corner and out of sight.

Funny how someone so drunk could get completely sober… just like that.

Cushing, Oklahoma is home to many storage tanks full of oil. So, what if you took that amount of oil and put it into semi-tanker trucks, parked bumper to bumper. You’d have a convoy that stretched from Cushing, across the Atlantic, all the way across Europe past Berlin, Germany. I don’t know about you, but I think that’s a lot of weight being stored in one little area.

What do you think? Does concentrating that kind of weight on a few square miles have any significant geologic effect? Could anyone really know for sure?

I keep reading on Drudge and other sources about Oklahoma earthquakes. What a new and different aspect to living in the central U.S.––so calm for all those years but now vibrating its citizens into a new lifestyle of cracked walls and shattered glass. Some accept it, but not all.

Energy industries accept it. They’re busy seeking resources from under the feet of Oklahoma residents and explain it one way or another. One, that the local increase in earthquakes is simply an innocent byproduct of their industry (nothing to worry about), or, two, that the local increase of quakes has nothing at all to do with their drilling, fracking or waste-water injections. Quakes are just a coincidence. Kind of like that same coincidence in the 1960’s with Colorado’s waste-water injections.

The fact remains that we don’t really know what’s under our feet in the sense of how our planet is knit together or how it all works. When the experts tell us that their industrial activities have no consequence, we need to remember that the deepest hole ever drilled is said to be about seven miles––not very deep when you’re told that Earth is about 8,000 miles across. So if we can’t get down under (nothing to do with Australia) to examine things, how can anyone up here above ground really know where they stand?

I’m not against the energy companies. I like to flip a switch for light or heat instead of having to kindle a fire. Don’t you?

But conveniences of technology bring certain trade offs. What trade offs? Well, people differ on that. Some trade opinion for fact while others trade fact for opinion. And with a shortage of knowledge, opinions can live on for years to conceal the true trade offs.

Right now our study of geology is overflowing with lots of opinion. Especially about earthquakes and what causes them.