What’s the Deal with Evolution?

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What’s the Deal with Evolution?

For the life of me, I’ve never been able to understand why so many Christians have a bee up their ass about evolution.

Posit your God on the front end of that bad boy and let Him/Her be a farmer.

Angel: - “Hey God, wait till you see what grew in the Australia Patch. The people down there are calling it Platypus.”

God: (Whose voice sounds like Mr. Burns from the Simpsons) - “Australians. Aren’t they the ones that make weird music by blowing into logs?”

Angel: - “Yes.”

God: - “Excellent!”

If people are so damned determined to build themselves an image of God, why not let it be a God of unthinkable patience and a love of freedom.

Our world does seem to thrive on freedom, all the way down to the cellular level. I know I have a few cells in my body that seem to have a mind of their own. I hope to have some of them frozen off later this year.

I don’t want anything cluttering my journey, certainly not my own image of God.

But Preacher, doesn’t Christianity lay some pretty heavy God images on you?

Yes and no. Not as much as you might think. Christianity provides me a framework for working out my devotion, but I like to keep my God picture pretty loose. Like the Rabbi who won’t even pronounce God’s name, I wouldn’t want to dance in my galoshes where Angels fear to tread.