If I can read up on Mormonism to better understand my fellow human beings, it would not kill you to reciprocate, and for the very same reason.

Although, judging by your tone (and granted, it is always perilous to judge others by their tone), perhaps it would kill you…

It’s so incumbent upon us to be up on evolutionary presuppositions. Evolution is a hypothesis masquerading as a theory pretending to be a fact (**gasp for air**) that life somehow came about through unspecified and unidentified nothing dressed up to be something — not that evolutionists know where it came from, of course, or what it was, or anything in particular about it. Theories on the origin of life are not actually part of evolution, an evolutionist will proudly say, but there is some thought that possibly a blob of cyanide activated by lightening got really frisky and spawned all life. But, be that as it may, it’s exciting to read about bears that crawled into the ocean to become whales in a crazed morass of DNA gone ape. And there’s always the added bonus of excusability of the crassness one’s near relations — well, he just hasn’t evolved yet.

Yeah! And if you just can’t accept that random genomes danced their way into everything through a spinning vortex of nothing, just say God was fiddling his thumbs, watching it from the sofa, taking time out to pop some popcorn and channel surf a little. (After all, the process took MILLIONS of years … can someone say … BORING?) Oh sure, God is clueless and we have it all figured out, right in our little brains. God’s a dolt. He has to muck around with evolution because he doesn’t know any more effective method. That’s why DNA is such a complete and intricate pattern that codes for replication of specific forms of life, all in their proper order. It’s because God didn’t know what he was doing. Yep. Unlike a talented seamstress who knows just how to efficiently put together a dress, God had to throw some microorganisms around in a soup and dawdle around for MILLIONS of years, hoping it would turn out somehow. And it did! What luck! It couldn’t be that he knew what he was doing all along and made all things, each after their own kind, just as he said. Hey, God’s a liar and Dawkins is a pillar of truth, don’t ya know?

Sure! Let’s sell out to the secular world, so that we, too, can pronounce the word “coccolithophorid” and mamba our way through the Jurassic Period.

Oh, we can do that for Christmas. After all, the Lord won’t mind if we discount his word, throwing out the Bible for a bunch of nonsense some yahoos made up, and all on the day we remember Christ’s birth. Darwinism for Christmas is all the rage. Who could pass that up?

Well, I for one could. Rather than read up on evolution for Christmas, I have a better idea. Instead of playing games with the evolutionists, trying to find out which one of us can memorize the most scientific names incapable of being pronounced, let’s give the gift of Christ this Christmas. Let’s give the gift of the gospel message and eternal life. Let’s rejoice in God our Savior, the Creator of all things. Let’s proclaim the truth for all to hear: Christ, the Lord, has has visited and redeemed his people, that we might serve him in holiness and righteousness without fear. And that includes without fear of what an evolutionist thinks when we believe God rather than men.

Thanks for all these recommendations! Added to my Amazon wishlist.

:)

Cheryl–Totally agree. I’ve read both Mother Nature and am reading now Mothers and Others now. Wonderful! (but a little more intro to evolution might be necessary if you don’t know anything about it, they sort of assume you are on board with evolution already).