This blog is on fire this morning, largely due to a little book review I wrote back on Nov. 28 of last year, of a Darwinist fairy tale for children entitled Grandmother Fish ( https://leeduigon.com/2015/11/28/an-atheist-fairy-tale-for-your-kiddies/ ). And this morning it’s all over Facebook.
I received a comment from a reader who has been “teaching him [her son] critical thinking”… at two years old. He watches PBS, and his parents have warned him about a certain kind of people–us, that is: we who believe in God. “[W]e frequently mention that some people don’t like to think and believe stories that aren’t real.”
Great Caesar’s ghost. How do you even answer that? It’s one of those times that you run into such blindness, such foolishness, that it leaves you plumb speechless.
Having disposed of religion as a form of child abuse, the reader goes on to declare, “This boy will know where we really came from.”
From fish? All right, then–where did the fish come from?
Darwinism has never been able to provide even a plausible explanation for the origin of life itself. The latest hot theory is that rocks and minerals got rained on and somehow became alive.
Believing stories that aren’t real?
Oh, well–who needs the Bible, when you’ve got PBS?
As I search for hymns each morning, to post here, I often encounter comments by atheists who say they “hate religion,” yatta-yatta, but they really love the music.
There is a certain wistfulness in this, like that of a child standing outside a candy store, looking in at what he cannot have. But of course there is no one keeping the atheist out of God’s candy store but the atheist himself, hard of heart and hardest on himself.
Dudes, you can come in any time you want, and we will welcome you! And wait’ll you learn that God’s grace is a free gift, yours for the claiming.
Or you can just stay outside and listen to atheist music, whatever that might be.