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Disclaimer: If you don't like the idea of me getting a little annoyed and, perhaps, somewhat, hostile to those who characterise me as an idiot because I don't believe as they do, please do not read on. That little prejudice of mine comes out in this post. You may not like it. Consider yourself warned.
Michael Behe is a professor of Bio-Chemistry at Lehigh University in Pennsylvania. His book, Darwin's Black Box, is rejected by almost all of the evolutionary science community. Now, I am not a scientist, but the book is an excellent introduction to the field of intelligent design, especially because Behe introduces the concept of irreducible complexity. While no experiment has been able to disprove this idea, it has been dismissed by many scientists as being a religious idea. In fact, Behe has become something of a pariah in the evolutionary science community. Then again, his findings seem to be a real problem for the theory of evolution as far as macro-evolution or molecules-to-man evolution is concerned.
Sunset is an angel weeping
Holding out a bloody sword
No matter how I squint I cannot
Make out what it's pointing toward
Sometimes you feel like you live too long
Days drip slowly on the page
You catch yourself
Pacing the cage
Why do we remember? What is it about any particular event, person or thing that makes us want to remember it? I do not mean to remember something in the passive sense, such as hoping that we remember to stop at the store on the way home. I mean the active form of commemoration that causes us to bring to mind something in particular.
This week, we remembered those who gave and are giving their lives as soldiers. We remember the magnitude of the sacrifice at 11:00 am on November 11 every year. We remember, as the saying goes, lest we forget. That seems to me to be the point. So few of us spare a thought to those who routinely lay their lives on the line for their country throughout the rest of the year. Those men and women are forgotten by the majority of people for the majority of the time between November 12 and November 10. Perhaps, when a story comes up on the news, we look up for a moment and think that it is a terrible thing for a moment and then forget about it. We commemorate this day because it forces us to remember the past. The saying goes that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat its mistakes. This is true. After all, we are continually repeating those mistakes. Wars are still being fought. Now, I am not saying that we should simply refuse to fight. War is a bad thing, but occasionally it is necessary. We often forget that. Those of us who have never had to fight for freedom have a tendency, I think, to take it and those who offer their lives up for it, for granted. In fact, we devalue them often because we have felt no risk. We are the privileged and, thus, live without that understanding. Once a year, we remember. We wear a poppy and remember those who gave their lives fighting for their nation and their nation's cause. We make ourselves remember because we know we are prone to forget. Lest we forget. This post has taken me a long time to write. I must say that I am not sure if it what I want it to be, but it's been too long now. The moment, I think, may have passed.
What to say about myself?
I think too much. I eat too much junk food. I love what I do. I'm the most happily married person in the world. I have a growing library and a shrinking hairline. I like Macs and iPods. I prefer the KJV, but I'm not dogmatic about it. I really like big words. Thankfully, I don't get what I deserve.
I am truly blessed.
What am I doing here?
Writing about stuff that interests me that doesn't fit on Twitter and makes no sense on Facebook. I'd love to write a book, but I'll start here first. I might write about my faith, my ideas, my favourite books or maybe just my obsessive loves of food, bikes and Macs. Only time will tell what I'll write and whether or not anybody reads it.
