People
I personally don't believe in macroevolution, but who says that's not how God made people?
Like the big bang. You think God couldn't have created the universe by using a supermassive explosion from a singularity? You don't know, so maybe he did.
He made science, and science tells us that the universe started 13.7 billion years ago from a suppermassive explosion from a singularity.
Science doesn't really tell us we came from monkeys, but it's the best guess, thus far.
Who do you think you are, to say how God works? You don't think he could make you from a monkey, if he wanted to?
Some people get so intense about being right, that they get so 'right' about something, they start being wrong.
That's not a good way to live.
Sure, faith is narrowminded, but so is extremism.
Last night, went to Seattle, and had Indian food. And a while later, I got a bile taste in my mouth that stayed there all night. That was bad.
Must have been because Ladytron was playing.
Went to a funeral today.
That was okay.
Everyone there kept saying how much I looked like my father. And I kept hearing people say how he looked like my Grandfather, for whom the metaphorical bell tolled.
So, associatively, I look like a dead guy. Great.
Eh, not really. Back in the day, gramps was a dashing young lad.
I'll miss him.
Like the big bang. You think God couldn't have created the universe by using a supermassive explosion from a singularity? You don't know, so maybe he did.
He made science, and science tells us that the universe started 13.7 billion years ago from a suppermassive explosion from a singularity.
Science doesn't really tell us we came from monkeys, but it's the best guess, thus far.
Who do you think you are, to say how God works? You don't think he could make you from a monkey, if he wanted to?
Some people get so intense about being right, that they get so 'right' about something, they start being wrong.
That's not a good way to live.
Sure, faith is narrowminded, but so is extremism.
Last night, went to Seattle, and had Indian food. And a while later, I got a bile taste in my mouth that stayed there all night. That was bad.
Must have been because Ladytron was playing.
Went to a funeral today.
That was okay.
Everyone there kept saying how much I looked like my father. And I kept hearing people say how he looked like my Grandfather, for whom the metaphorical bell tolled.
So, associatively, I look like a dead guy. Great.
Eh, not really. Back in the day, gramps was a dashing young lad.
I'll miss him.