Why’s there a tree in the column? Post #2 in a series about the Global Flood

The old Chevelle I began learning to drive as a teen had a three-speed manual transmission.  The shifting lever was on the steering column, and the pattern was in an H-shape with reverse at the near-top, first gear at the near-bottom, then second gear up at the far-top, and (finally!) third gear down at the far-bottom. That’s known as a “Three on the Tree” column shifter. As a kid just learning to drive, the manual transmission was hard enough to master without requiring my attention be drawn to the steering column as I aimed that screaming rocket sled down the … Continue reading Why’s there a tree in the column? Post #2 in a series about the Global Flood

Who Are You?

Who Are You? Deep in the woods of Rockcastle County, away from the farms and the back roads, are two upright markers beside a pair of ground-level stones. The only one marked among the four identifies Lucinda Adams, who met her fate in the obscurity of rural Kentucky. She was preceded in death by two infant sons and a young daughter. Lucinda passed from this world a hundred and eighteen years ago. No one alive today knew her. The same year that Lucinda Adams was laid to rest beside the graves of her children in Kentucky, Albert Einstein received his … Continue reading Who Are You?

In the Wee Hours of the Night

Origin.Meaning.Morality.Destiny. These four form the basic questions of your life; your existence. They are at the heart of what spins through your mind on nights when you stare at the ceiling, sleepless. Who am I? WHAT am I?What’s the point of all of this?What am I supposed to do?What is this thing I am, and what happens AFTER this? What still lives after this body I’m in dies? Or, is that all there is? Origin. Meaning. Morality. Destiny. Materialistic world views say that you came from nothing, and that your evolutionary ancestors were assembled purely by chance. Materialism’s logical outcome says that the … Continue reading In the Wee Hours of the Night