Solutions Abound For The Creationist Mindset
Ah, the Creation Museum! A must-see. The bible brought to you in living technicolour. American evangelicals have raised the $27,0000 needed to build their very own museum. If Disney could do it on a vision, why not evangelical Christians? They've been around far longer, have a clarified vision of their own, and realize the world is in dire need of direction, instruction, revelation.
Disney directed his creationist output toward the world of children. Evangelicals are directing their vision of creation toward the world of the unquestioning believer.
They've a lot in common. What child wouldn't ooh and aah and sigh in wonder at the sight of various dinosaurs plodding the plank onto Noah's Ark. That'd be one heavy-duty ark, to be sure. Not only do the lions lie down with the lambs, two by two, but brontosaurus and tyrannosaurus Rex lie down amicably together, too. Or two, as the case may be. With the odd human being sprinkled in there as well, all of Noah's blameless kin.
Myths and legends are so consuming, so enduring, so compelling. And where there is myth there is often a whiff of history. And people do so much want to believe, to own unswerving faith. So it is written. So it must be. Writ by whom? Well, brought down to Mankind by the All-Powerful. Saith who? Ah, the prophets, of course, the Good Book, those of good faith. The word of God is not to be questioned.
Fundamentalists take literally biblical writing. There is no explicating interpretation necessary, thank you very much. As legends, let's face it, they represent wonderful story-telling, quite beyond compare. You think dinosaur, the bible says dragons. Dragons, dinosaurs, is there any real difference? And because there is not, it naturally follows that St.George slew a dinosaur. You say dragon.
One hopes the museum was designed intelligently.
Disney directed his creationist output toward the world of children. Evangelicals are directing their vision of creation toward the world of the unquestioning believer.
They've a lot in common. What child wouldn't ooh and aah and sigh in wonder at the sight of various dinosaurs plodding the plank onto Noah's Ark. That'd be one heavy-duty ark, to be sure. Not only do the lions lie down with the lambs, two by two, but brontosaurus and tyrannosaurus Rex lie down amicably together, too. Or two, as the case may be. With the odd human being sprinkled in there as well, all of Noah's blameless kin.
Myths and legends are so consuming, so enduring, so compelling. And where there is myth there is often a whiff of history. And people do so much want to believe, to own unswerving faith. So it is written. So it must be. Writ by whom? Well, brought down to Mankind by the All-Powerful. Saith who? Ah, the prophets, of course, the Good Book, those of good faith. The word of God is not to be questioned.
Fundamentalists take literally biblical writing. There is no explicating interpretation necessary, thank you very much. As legends, let's face it, they represent wonderful story-telling, quite beyond compare. You think dinosaur, the bible says dragons. Dragons, dinosaurs, is there any real difference? And because there is not, it naturally follows that St.George slew a dinosaur. You say dragon.
One hopes the museum was designed intelligently.
Labels: Human Fallibility, Religion
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