Tag: God’s creation

God’s Stuff: Pet Mice

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How to Train Your Mouse to Play with You

Mice can be found almost anywhere. Their high intelligence enables them to adapt to all sorts of unfamiliar conditions. And they make good pets, too. I’ve had many of them.

I used to take some of my mice downstairs, where I would lie down on the carpeted floor and release the mouse into the living room. I know, I know–what was I thinking? The mouse could have darted under the couch and somehow disappeared. But they never did.

Instead, the mouse would explore a little and then come scampering back to me. Always! Think about that. We humans never get to interact with living things that much bigger than ourselves. What must we look like, to a mouse? A blue whale with glasses?

Our creator also created mice–and for some reason, despite all our problems with wild mice, He created us to be compatible: pet mice can be very affectionate. For something that small to love and trust something that big–well, we never would have thought of it, would we?

I also had a mouse who used to groom my mustache. What that was like for her, I’ll never imagine.

A Flame That Won’t Burn?

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Cool Flames on the International Space Station – An Anatomy of Discovery – A Lab Aloft (International Space Station Research)

Flames respond to gravity? Another thing I ought to look into…

I woke up today wondering what was the lowest temperature at which a flame could exist. Don’t ask; I don’t know why I wanted to know this.

It turns out that the lowest temperature for “a cool flame” ranges from 200 to 300 degrees Celsius (https://chemistry.stackexchange.com/questions/16664/what-is-the-lower-bound-to-the-temperature-at-which-a-fire-can-burn#:~:text=The%20lowest%20recorded%20cool%20flame,acetate%20as%20225%C2%B0C.). That “200” translates to 392 degrees Fahrenheit, which seems plenty hot to me. Water boils at 212 F, 100 C. So this “cool flame” is twice as hot as boiling water.

It’s only cool compared to many other flames.

We are also told that white phosphorus–repeat, white phosphorus only–flames at a low enough temperature that you can handle it with your bare hands, briefly, without getting burned. Any volunteers to demonstrate? It’d be a great gimmick for a magic act.

The thing is, God’s creation is orderly. We can study it and understand it. We don’t believe the universe could exist without this order: it could not have come into being by chance.

‘Sanity Break: the Woolly Mammoth’ (2018)

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It’s one of my life’s major disappointments that I’ve never seen a woolly mammoth. Imagine looking out your bedroom window and seeing these crossing your back yard at night.

Sanity Break: the Woolly Mammoth

Yeah, I know, I know–“Someday we can bring them back by cloning!” Just like Jurassic Park. The end of the Ice Age put the mammoths out of business. In the regeneration of all things, the LORD will put them back in.

 

‘This Is My Father’s World’

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(Yes, Lee, you made a good pick today. Now hurry up and post it.)

When God finished His work of creation, He looked it over and knew it was good, very good.

This Is My Father’s World, sung by Fernando Ortega: background sets by God the Father.

By Request, ‘The Woodpecker Song’

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Elder Mike asked for this, The Woodpecker Song by Buddy Davis–all new to me, but really kind of cool. It’s a celebration of God’s creative power–and how creative it is! You’ve never seen so many different woodpeckers, have you?

‘Morning Has Broken’

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I don’t know about you, but the beauty of this hymn brings me near to tears every time I hear it–Morning Has Broken, sung here by Orla Fallon.

When God finished His work, he called it very good.

Somewhere in each and every one of us there is a longing for that Creation as it was.

What Are ‘the Heavens’?

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How Many Galaxies Can You Count in This Picture? - The Atlantic

(Those are galaxies, folks–each one consisting of countless stars.)

The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament showeth His handiwork. Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night showeth knowledge. (Psalm 19: 1-2)

Is the universe just a bunch of nothing? Atoms bumping into other atoms to form molecules, molecules bumping into molecules, no rhyme nor reason to any of it, no active creation involved… “Life,” as we call it, being an illusion.

We teach that in our schools every day. We preach it on TV. We call it Science.

But what if it’s wrong?

God is a Person, and He made us in His image. That’s why we are persons, too. But He also made everything else. Everything in the universe, all the work of His hands.

What if it’s not random? What if the presumed emptiness of “space” only looks that way to us because of our many limitations–and our Science-based presuppositions? What if what we think we “see” is only there because we don’t know how to see? Any stage magician can demonstrate that.

When we view “space” through our newest telescopes, it doesn’t look empty at all. In fact, it looks kind of crowded. The vast emptiness of interstellar space only seems like vast emptiness because we’re so small.

Surely God had a purpose for creating all of it. We don’t know what His purpose was in sowing the heavens with stars, planets, and galaxies. He hasn’t told us. We can never see it as He sees it.

Shouldn’t we stand in awe, reflecting on the Person whose work this is?

And He sent His Son… to us. Here on earth, to us. To win salvation and eternal life–for us.

Christ and all those galaxies go together.

Someday we’ll know how. When we’re wiser.

Bonus Hymn, ‘All Creatures of Our God and King’

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I found myself in a kind of odd position, spiritually–thanking God for click beetles. And that sent me in search of this hymn, All Creatures of Our God and King, sung by the Altar of Praise Chorale. It expresses what I’m feeling.

Man, are you out to lunch? Getting all moony over click beetles! [It’s all right, Lord, I’m not listening to them. Thank you for the wonderful works of your hands!]

Tiny White Flowers… vs. Globalists

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Tiny White Wild Flowers In Grass In Spring Close Up Stock Photo - Download Image Now - iStock

This has been a bountiful spring so far. Today I noticed some new wildflowers in the lawn–little tiny white ones. We also have bright purple and bright yellow flowers. The lawnmower cuts them down, but they always come back. I see them as a sign that God is nigh.

Meanwhile in the fallen world, the Great Lockdown has given globalists a taste of absolute power… and they really like it–shutting down churches and interrupting services, forbidding family gatherings, forcing us all to wear masks and stay six feet away from one another, forcing us to receive experimental drugs as vaccines, and censoring us all over the social media: which was set up to give us all a voice, but now they want that voice silenced. Unless, of course, we use it to praise them. That, we’re still allowed to say.

They want their global government, headed by themselves, with the rest of us enjoying only little tastes of freedom doled out sparingly by our overlords.

They appear to have all the power that they need, to do anything they please. And if they can proclaim Critical Race Theory in our schools, our universities, they can teach us to hate and fear each other–which will make it hard to organize any opposition. Everything they do is meant to keep us from getting back together.

But they can’t get rid of all the flowers, can they? Anymore than they can get rid of the God who creates the flowers and gives them life.

He is still here. He is watching. He is the Judge of all the earth, all-powerful, all-wise, all-righteous: even the globalists, these little frauds who want to set themselves on His throne, have only the being that He gives them.

God loves to use the weak to overcome the strong, the foolishness of preaching to overpower the false wisdom of the world, and things that are despised, and things that are not, “to bring to nought things that are” (1 Corinthians 1: 25-28).

The house of the ungodly is founded on unstable sand, and great will be the fall of it.

Mr. Nature: The Mastodon

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The Fall of the Carnivorous Mastodon | WIRED

My wife was watching a video about mastodons when I came in from smoking my cigar and doing a crossword puzzle, and it moved me to seek out pictures of this wonderful prehistoric animal.

Jambo! from Mr. Nature. Our safari today takes us nowhere, geographically; but it does take us back in time, to visit with America’s native elephant genus, the mastodon. We are told it was hunted out of existence, by America’s first modern humans, some ten thousand years ago. Take that for what it’s worth: all we know for sure is that there are no more mastodons.

I often wonder–shall we ever see these creatures? They are part of God’s creation, and He has the entire universe at his disposal. In the restoration of all things, will the mastodon be restored, too?

I like to think so.