It has been a while since I have written a blog. For the last few months, I have been concentrating on podcasts but due to wonderful circumstances I am unable to record. The circumstances being that we have returned to the high plains of Wyoming to join an amazing group of people in search of dinosaur bones. But that is just the surface not the substance. The truth is that these scientists, students, and lay workers are here for a much deeper reason. All are here to give glory to the Creator of all things and seek to open minds to the truth of the Word of God.
I know that sounds like a grandiose explanation but that it is the truth as I see it. In a world where most have been taught that there is only one way of looking at the earth and its past unknown history, a small group of scholars have made their life’s work to show that there is another way to ‘dig’ into the unknown and see patterns that show that the Bible is a reliable world view.
Many of you who have read my blogs know that for three-quarters of my life I was among those who thought that this ancient book was nothing more than a collection of stories, unbelievable and akin to fairy tales. I would have laughed at what I now write and would have thought of the author as a person who had been brain-washed to believe in these fairy tales instead of facing the cold hard facts of so called proven science. Well, I won’t get into the argument of science versus faith, but I can tell you that there is enough proof in the ground, in the sky, and in amazing life around us to convince even this once stoic non-believer that there is a Creator and His Word, the Bible is not only transforming but contains history that can be trusted.
Let me put it this way. At the time that I am writing this the sun is about to come up over the plains. I am surrounded by stark beauty so amazing that it is hard to describe, but here is my humble effort. As the sun rises the sky changes from a dark which displays billions of stars to an orange hue, a color you won’t find in even a 64-count box of crayons. The meadow larks are coming to life singing sweet songs to one another and joining in a concert that no human choir can match. The air is crisp and fresh with no city smog to block the sky or congest the nostril. The fields are now lit with green, brown, and floral beauty that thrill the heart. Soon the camp will be alive as another day is upon us. I would be fooling myself if I could sit in the midst of this amazing place and deny that there is a God who created all and continues to show us His wonders.
In so many of my writing I have spent time describing life of an addicted man who denied the existence of a Creator, even while miracles were happening all around me. I have written this to show that even the most harden man of the world can come to see that there is more to this place we call earth than the small life each of us live. I admit that it took more than a month in the beauty of nature to come to this realization. I had to, like many, take a leap of faith and accept God’s Word and believe in the saving power of Jesus Christ. Still once I have experienced the world in this peaceful way, I have come to see so much more beauty and so much less of the hatred and strive given by the self-absorbed life I once lived.
So today and for the next three weeks I will join with this small band of crazies, living in tents with barely enough modern facilities to keep the normal person sane. We will dig and record evidence that point toward a Creator and helps us and others to see that God’s Word is trustworthy. The ancient king David wrote it this way:
The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they reveal knowledge.
They have no speech; they use no words;
no sound is heard from them.
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun.
It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber,
like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
It rises at one end of the heavens
and makes its circuit to the other;
nothing is deprived of its warmth.
Psalm 19: 1-6
I wish you could be here to enjoy this sunrise with me and see the glory of God as it is shown on the high plains of Wyoming, but maybe you can look out into your world and see the beauty you have been missing and praise the Creator. He is waiting for you!
Blessings, John
6/9/22
