It all works out, it all comes together – Creation Science has put together a theory of our origins that fits with the Bible. The coolest thing is that you don’t have to omit or change any part of the Bible to make it fit. So after seeing the evidence you’re left with this Bible in your hand and having to wonder “Do I really believe all of this?” Because if you do, then life has meaning, and “I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us.” (Rom. 8:18) We are part of an incredible story. So why isn’t that more exciting? It seems like realizing that should blow the doors off of any mindset, any hope or dream that we have on earth right now.
Well the answer is right there: “For the creation was subjected to frustration,…” every since the curse in the Garden of Eden “We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time.” (Isn’t it kind of nice to know there IS a problem, that your sufferings DO have a cause and you’re not imagining them?) Creation started to break down, entropy took over, everything began to wind down. Satan was given reign over the earth. I believe our present state in the world is a pale, broken, sad remnant (due to sin) of a once beautiful and perfect creation of God. I believe there is a fog in front of our eyes or a veil and it is so hard to see or even try to imagine the reality that is beyond our present.
But it is there.
More real than our flesh and blood.
Once in a while you get a glimpse. Sometimes there are remnants of the mighty Creation still persevering. It sounds so cliche, but that magnificent brightness in the center of radiant sunset with oranges and yellows that painters and photographers try to mimic is a hint. Yet that’s like the power of AAA battery next to the decimating electricity from a power-line. Or have you been high in the mountains and felt the sheer size or contemplated the magnitude of thunder that shakes the grounds? I could go on and on, but I think these are little shadows of what once was and what will return.
Sometimes I let that sink in. God’s mighty creation. His sounds, His sights, His deepness, His radiance and it literally takes my breath away – I gasp for air. Something charges in my brain and I can’t even begin to contain the explosion of the revelation of even one aspect of His creation, little lone Him.