I’ve been in the hospital with my arm (again)

 for three days.  I’m taking a break from posting this week.

 So, in light of the attack on our faith in the word of God, we need to rectify the truth of the story of creation.  And here it is:  Where do the dinosaurs fit  in? We know they lived.

Perhaps our problem is that we expected God to tell us everything about everything and  He didn’t.  He said, “In the beginning...” and that was a long time ago.  Those who believe the world is only 6000 years old reject that.

When God “did what he did” in the beginning, it included life that is different from life now.  And then it was destroyed.  Strata contains dinosaurs, not pigs chickens and cows.  Those animals didn’t come along until late in Chapter 1 of Genesis.

In the second verse of Genesis, the world is dark, empty, void, and without form.  Something had happened to the world God created in verse one.  God didn’t give up on the world and began  to restore it.  He didn’t “create” anything else until he got to the animals in verse 21.  He made things, and let things happen, and got the world ready for when he created man.  (Read it again in light of those words: create, made, let...)

The earth was covered by water (verse 2) , fish were there (verse 20) 

So when 6000 year “earthers” get to the story of Noah, they have a problem: how did Noah get those dinosaurs on board?  He didn’t.  They were long gone between Genesis 1:1 and 1:2

I started this blog to share what I learned about the creation story with those who wanted to know.  At the time, I was teaching seniors in high school who were being told that we had evolved.  Evolved from “what” no one knew, but it had the effect of causing our young people to doubt the Bible.  And if you doubt one part, it might cause you to doubt the rest.  It seemed important to me to “Know.”  

So I drove over to Oklahoma Military Academy, asked to enroll--and you can imagine what a turmoil that caused.  A woman!!  I reminded them that taxes paid for the academy and after a bit of constitutional  explanation, they were out of excuses and gave me a full scholarship.  The academy was now coed.  Them, and me.  Thirty years later they invited me back to speak to the graduation class about all of that struggle, how I did it, and how I became the first woman and first president of the Honor Society. (Those of you who know me would say “stubborn?”)

I took all of the science classes.  I had no idea about atoms, and molecules, and such.  Class after class...and because I couldn’t pay my loans...I kept going.  They had a rule that if you took 6 hours of credit, you didn’t have to pay them back until you graduated...so I kept changing my major so I wouldn’t graduate.   I was always one class away from graduation.  Comparative anatomy, organic chem. Bio-Chem, etc. and finally by accident had a double major in Pre-med and zoology.  I knew about the dinosaurs--a lot about the dinosaurs.  And began a booklet about them.  Which I gave away to anyone who was interested.  Where they fit into the Bible.

 Well, it’s really going to happen I guess.  Sunday’s Oklahoma paper had a blurb  about Janie Jacks (!) and “The Letter” and that the book will be available at Best of Books bookstore on Sat. May 13th.  I’ll be signing them if anyone shows up to buy one.  I’m rather nervous about the whole thing.  

I get one dollar for every book sold and I’ll give you your dollar back if you will buy one!!!  I just want people to read it. 

No, I haven’t seen it.  Just a loose leaf that the publisher brought by the house a couple of weeks ago for me to check on last minute details.

I have no idea when it will be available elsewhere.  She said anyone can buy it through book websites.  The publisher is Roadrunner Press. They want the local bookstore to have first crack at it.  Then Tinker--since it is based on military families.  I hope I last long enough to get it all done.  Barnes and Noble in Tulsa soon.

I just found the comments section on my blog site!!  Thank all of you for your kind words.  One problem seems to me is that it doesn’t tell me who said anything...just their comment.  Maybe you all have not given the site your name??

The other day, I had an impulse and did something before I thought about it.  I don’t know if it was right or wrong.  If it was wrong, I’ll blame my right arm.  I had gone in to a quick oil change place  full of  rough looking white dudes  and one lone black fellow who looked a little lost.  He opened my car door to get the milage sticker and I reached up and touched his face with my right hand and said, “God bless you.”

I don’t know if it was the right thing to do, but I think he almost cried as he whispered “Thank you.”  An old, old, white woman blessing a young black fellow.  Sometimes God gives us an impulse at the right moment.  I think that had to be one of those moments.  I hope so.  He was smiling when I left.

I went over 2000 posts without missing one.  Then...I will try to do better.  So many of you have stuck with me from the beginning.  

I told a friend that the reason we have a hard time praying is because of the pictures we saw as a child...God sitting on a throne, with a crown and a robe.

God is not sitting around on a throne doing nothing.  The Bible says that God is a Spirit and those of us who worship him must worship him in Spirit.  He is all around us.  Loving us, upholding us with his right hand and leading us in the the paths he wants us to follow.  It’s a big job because to be honest, we aren’t much to work with. 

I do it by thinking of God as being where I am.  It makes Him close.  And then we talk.  Just talk...I never have anything very big to say, because nothing very big happens in my life.

 I think I’m going to join a group named “Rusty Keys.”  A group of women who learned an instrument in their youth and then let it go and get “rusty.”

I played my marimba for them last month and they invited me to come back.  I think I will get my piano skills back to work.  I played the piano for the church before I moved here to Edmond, and then I quit.

I did some interesting Piano pieces before I got married a million years ago--which definitely qualifies me as rusty.  I think I can get Claire de Lune back in shape if I try.

Why do we let things slip?