Tag: lost worlds

‘The Lost River of Eden’ (2015)

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Four rivers of eden hi-res stock photography and images - Alamy

I thought I’d re-run this post, because I hadn’t read it in years and when I read it just now, it fascinated me all over again.

The Lost River of Eden

The Bible preserves knowledge that would otherwise be lost. Genesis tells us of the rivers of Eden, one of which flowed into Eden after crossing most of what is now Saudi Arabia. There is very solid evidence for this–although the river dried up around 2,000 B.C. at the latest. Satellite technology opened the door of discovery.

How much else is “lost,” but actually preserved in Scripture?

Probably a great deal more than we might think.

‘Memory Lane: A Night at the Drive-in’ (2016)

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Once upon a time, Spartan warriors had to listen to this song before they went to battle.

Dagnabbit, I miss the drive-in! What could be better than packing a cooler full of snacks and going to the drive-in… to revel in Godzilla  vs. Giant Panty-Liner Bugs from Orion, or something equally edifying?

Memory Lane: A Night at the Drive-In

But around here, all our drive-ins are long since gone. The only sign they ever existed is the wasteland where the Amboys Drive-In used to be, on the bank of the Raritan River. There they tore down the drive-in and the indoor theater and never put anything in its place.

Just once more… just one more time…

Memory Lane: ‘Turok, Son of Stone’

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Turok: Son of Stone Covers

Yesterday Elder Mike reminded me of one of my favorite comics that I used to read when I was a boy–Turok, Son of Stone. For 10 cents a pop, you could follow the adventures of two Native Americans, Turok and Andar, in a lost world of prehistoric monsters and cavemen. The first issue came out in 1954.

I remember reading these on Grandma’s porch, enthralled, my imagination vividly responding to the pictures. Turok and Andar blundered into this place and couldn’t find their way out, so they had to learn a lot of new survival skills in a hurry. They called the dinosaurs “honkers,” for the noises they made. My favorite was “Ruuuuunk!”

All right, it was all a bit corny, but you don’t see that when you’re nine or ten years old. I just saw the dinosaurs–and wished we had some in the woods next to my house.  To this day I’m fascinated by dinosaurs. I don’t read comic books anymore, but I might break that rule if someone handed me a stack of Turoks.

Imagination! What would life be like without it?

I hope I never find out.