A Serendipitous Revelation

I recall as a post-toddler "reading" books on dinosaurs, and understanding that they lived millions of years ago, "in a different age." On Sunday, I would attend church school, and learn precious little about an ancient history totally antithetical to mainstream modern science.

College ended in 1976, when I had been totally inculcated in Darwinian dogma. I had outgrown religion (though satisfying answers were not apparent in academic treatises). Nevertheless, notions of ancient Biblical history's spiritual and academic veracity would bring a sarcastic sneer to my countenance.

Very distressed at age 26, I asked God to help me, and I was then infused with God's Spirit, "born again." (We are all born the first time, "by water," that is natural childbirth.) God was now real to me, but the book of Genesis was still filed under mythology in my understanding.

I knew of no compelling reason to re-file Genesis, until five years after my adoption by God, when I opened the pages of The Genesis Flood by John Whitcomb and Henry M. Morris. All the geology I had learned at college now fit into a logical sequence of historical events. The realization of the overwhelming physical evidence confirming Genesis history hit me like a ton of bricks. I was blown away!

Retrospectively, I wasn't surprised that science corroborates the Bible, I was merely relieved that I would no longer wonder over the "Genesis file." The understanding of ancient Biblical history, contextually in the scientific disciplines, is like finding the "hidden figure" within a "trick" picture; once you see it, it's so obvious.