“No Adam and Eve means no need for a savior. It also means that the Bible cannot be trusted as a source of unambiguous, literal truth. It is completely unreliable, because it all begins with a myth, and builds on that as a basis. No fall of man means no need for atonement and no need for a redeemer.7” The American Atheists (quoted in In Defense of the Historical Adam)
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Was there Really an Adam?
Genesis 1:26: Then God said, “Let us make mankind in our image, in our likeness, so that they may rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky, over the livestock and all the wild animals,[a] and over all the creatures that move along the ground.” 27 So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them. Looking back at my childhood "town," which is still around the place I currently reside, I have great memories of love and fellowship.
“Take this knife. And this gun. Whatever you need.” Shawn rolled his chair back to his desk. “Is this the college life I looked forward to?” you think, as you collapse in an extinguishing heap.
It’s a Monday. Hunched and struggling through your tears, you peer at the computer screen in anguish. There’s 27 assignments overdue, oh and those are the ones that take multiple hours each. “This is the best time of my life they say?” you grump. The window glass fogs up with the crisp outdoors, and you long to be out, frolicking amongst the living. However you don’t feel much like a living human - more like a meaningless jug of milk with the expiration date firmly passing. Possibly getting moldy and forgotten, with no purpose at all. Will. Don’t know his last name. Sophomore in college. Curly hair, light and blonde, man bun. Lanky and soft voiced. At first you approach him and he may seem quiet and rushed to class. He says you can walk with him though, and you start asking him the interview questions for your religion class, witnessing to him in the process. You ask him about where we came from and he doesn’t quite know. Then you ask about the meaning of life, his purpose. His answers strike you sad. Depressing. You have walked across the campus and finally reach the building where he has his next class. You expect the conversation to be over but he doesn’t want to leave. He says he has a few minutes, and so you sit down on a bench in the cool autumn air, him tugging on his hoodie and shorts as he stares at the ground and tells part of his life story.
This happened to me. Tossing and juggling in the back seat of the van, head crushing a popcorn bag under my pillow, stomach churning and eyes leaking with tears.
This was my Christmas.. or part of it. Stories like this from the past keep me going for the future. These times of ministry gave me a passion for this work. When we went to Honduras, we were privileged to serve in a lot of ways that gave me so much joy from Jesus and these amazing people.
Today I am here with quite a sad post, it may not be the most flattering on my part, but I'm just going to be real. This is a story from my little crazy life. And it starts about two weeks after I got home from the land of Honduras.
A song, in poem form, by your lovely Karissa blogger person. Because sometimes you just need a little craziness in your life.
My life has been filled with small joys recently, scattered around the parts of my day helping me to wriggle out a smile. Things that I have worked on many moons ago are finally starting to come to life, in mysterious yet simple ways.
Sometimes there's a different way of communication than talking out loud. Sometimes, you just need to be still.
When I signed up to go on a mission trip to Honduras, I almost didn't want to go because I knew my heart would be broken when I left. But I am so glad I did. Our team leaders, the Martins, are some of the best people around and I look up to them so much. Each and every person on my team was selfless and inspiring with a love for Jesus. We became lifelong close friends. And the amazing missionaries we visited gave us team members a lifetime of experiences that keep running through my brain. It is hard to think about the memories because they make me long to go back, making my emotions pound with sadness. But I don't want to forget. The day came. The one I've been longing to see. And it turned out more spectacular than I have ever dreamed.
Sherlock Holmes is a master, a pro at thinking. He's a consulting detective with an uncanny way of observation. And he's a fictional character that revolutionized the world. In many real-life ways, we can take lessons from him and learn them ourselves.
Guest Post by Kayla Matlock I'm out of breath. As I catch up to the other runners up ahead, I scramble to unscrew the cap of my water bottle and take a long, refreshing gulp. guest post by Grace M. “Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning” (James 1:17, NKJV).
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about the authorAs a 21 year old aspiring teacher, Karissa loves to write, travel, play piano, and read. Many creative things have her heart. archives
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