I started with a couple of classes in Chemistry, and Comparative anatomy—I cut, dissected, pinned and identified arteries, veins, muscles, breathing systems and organs.  My poor family, husband and four children, endured me repeating every lecture to them each evening at the supper table.  They weren’t nearly as excited about what I had learned as I was.

Organic Chemistry, Entomology—where I spent a semester identifying all the different structures of bugs.  Incidentally, if you sprinkle Borax powder along the baseboards of your kitchen, you don’t need toxic bug spray.  Roaches and other critters you bring in from the grocery store—sometimes in sacks of potatoes--will lick their feet when they step on the Borax powder and die.  Borax is a simple cleaning agent.  Sweep it up, or mop the floor with it.

I finally ended up with some basic knowledge about Zoology, which didn't mean I knew nearly enough--I had only scraped the surface.  I read every book I could get my hands on.  I attended every lecture within driving distance on the subject of evolution, kept taking classes, taught mathematics on a college campus for twenty years,  and did a bit of advanced statistics.  Statistics don’t lie.  It was helpful to know what was actually statistically possible in our universe, and what wasn’t.  The more I learned, the more convinced I was of the truth of the book of Genesis.  And I set out to put that book in context with true scientific knowledge--beginning with three words.  Create.  Make, and Let.  (Continued.)