Re: the jews and sages believed beersherith(genesis for you gentiles) was to be taken
I've loved science from youth and still enjoy those parts that help me express my inquisitive nature. As to why some may think differently? How about a little story from my growing up: As a child my family gathered at the Sunday dinner table each week. Sunday dinner was something that my parents were convinced was necessary, and it would have been more than once a week if my dad didn't have an evening job, I'm sure. But there we were, all seven of us, each week, joined together at the meal. The television was sometimes allowed to be on in the background, not often, and if it was it would be tuned to the "Wonderful World of Color (Disney)" at the request of the children. I can remember only one exception, when we watched the Ed Sullivan Show at the insistence of my sister during the start of BeatleMania.
I guess, my point is that each person at that common table was different. I was the "black sheep" being formed and would rebel by not eating any food that touched any other on my plate. Some might rightly call me "a handful" but my sis simply called me "Brat". My sisters would occasionally talk about their days at school and my younger brother (six years my younger) would get most of my oldest sister's (twelve years my senior) attentions. So, there's the setting and now we begin to consider something that I've so often wondered about. Each person partook of the same food, the same conversations and each person arose with a different perspective. My oldest sister, Dee, was timid as a child. Stories of her literally being afraid to jump off of the grand heights of a Sunday newspaper were told (although I didn't witness it). My youngest older sister was innocent in all her beliefs and even though I was four years her junior I was astonished at some of the things she would blurt out. If, for instance, during the time that she was a growing young lady, and after having gone out with her sisters to a dance, if one of the boys perchance had kissed her on the cheek, her blushing (almost guilty?) confession was sure to follow.
How then could each of us come away so different? It's a marvel, isn't it?
Okay, but enough about them, what about me? As I've said, I loved science from youth. What I didn't say is that the meaning of my name was part of the wonder of it all. "Michael" is an exclamation. It means, "Who is like God!?" My inquisitive mind was thirsty for knowledge of all sorts because of the intrinsic value of it. Knowing more about what He did, shows more about who He is. I've also had the pleasure of attending a non-accredited Bible College in my late teens where a Holy Spirit inspired teacher was called to teach. Michael Sabourin graduated from UofW with honors (Summa cum laude), and taught a series of classes called "Evolution Refutation I and II and III". He taught other things as well but back in the early 70's it was my pleasure to sit in attendance in the small classroom where all manner of questions were encouraged.
The bible study based college has since been unincorporated, due to sin in the leadership, but the Holy Spirit inspired teaching and instructions remain alive in me today. I think that each person's perspective is formed by a variety of factors. Perhaps, like me, some may have identified at least in part with the people who delivered inspirational messages. Hearing and believing are closely associated and it seems reasonable to me that many will have differing thoughts (and differing depths of thought) about the Lord and His wondrous works.
Paluxy River Valley (a.k.a. "Dinosaur Valley State Park") in Texas maybe?
I've loved science from youth and still enjoy those parts that help me express my inquisitive nature. As to why some may think differently? How about a little story from my growing up: As a child my family gathered at the Sunday dinner table each week. Sunday dinner was something that my parents were convinced was necessary, and it would have been more than once a week if my dad didn't have an evening job, I'm sure. But there we were, all seven of us, each week, joined together at the meal. The television was sometimes allowed to be on in the background, not often, and if it was it would be tuned to the "Wonderful World of Color (Disney)" at the request of the children. I can remember only one exception, when we watched the Ed Sullivan Show at the insistence of my sister during the start of BeatleMania.
I guess, my point is that each person at that common table was different. I was the "black sheep" being formed and would rebel by not eating any food that touched any other on my plate. Some might rightly call me "a handful" but my sis simply called me "Brat". My sisters would occasionally talk about their days at school and my younger brother (six years my younger) would get most of my oldest sister's (twelve years my senior) attentions. So, there's the setting and now we begin to consider something that I've so often wondered about. Each person partook of the same food, the same conversations and each person arose with a different perspective. My oldest sister, Dee, was timid as a child. Stories of her literally being afraid to jump off of the grand heights of a Sunday newspaper were told (although I didn't witness it). My youngest older sister was innocent in all her beliefs and even though I was four years her junior I was astonished at some of the things she would blurt out. If, for instance, during the time that she was a growing young lady, and after having gone out with her sisters to a dance, if one of the boys perchance had kissed her on the cheek, her blushing (almost guilty?) confession was sure to follow.
How then could each of us come away so different? It's a marvel, isn't it?
Okay, but enough about them, what about me? As I've said, I loved science from youth. What I didn't say is that the meaning of my name was part of the wonder of it all. "Michael" is an exclamation. It means, "Who is like God!?" My inquisitive mind was thirsty for knowledge of all sorts because of the intrinsic value of it. Knowing more about what He did, shows more about who He is. I've also had the pleasure of attending a non-accredited Bible College in my late teens where a Holy Spirit inspired teacher was called to teach. Michael Sabourin graduated from UofW with honors (Summa cum laude), and taught a series of classes called "Evolution Refutation I and II and III". He taught other things as well but back in the early 70's it was my pleasure to sit in attendance in the small classroom where all manner of questions were encouraged.
The bible study based college has since been unincorporated, due to sin in the leadership, but the Holy Spirit inspired teaching and instructions remain alive in me today. I think that each person's perspective is formed by a variety of factors. Perhaps, like me, some may have identified at least in part with the people who delivered inspirational messages. Hearing and believing are closely associated and it seems reasonable to me that many will have differing thoughts (and differing depths of thought) about the Lord and His wondrous works.
Paluxy River Valley (a.k.a. "Dinosaur Valley State Park") in Texas maybe?
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