The Origin of Life

Life and the many things that sustain it point to a powerful, purposeful and intelligent creator. Fossil records and honest biological research point not to evolution but the sudden emergence of fully developed species.  To make it appear that evolution accounts for all life and civilization, many proponents have falsified facts and taught as 'science' theories that overlook proven truths.


Consider: No fossil record has been found for the evolution of even one species. Complex molecules and symbiotic cell life defy purely natural explanation. Random mutations are almost infinitely more destructive than constructive. To justify their bias, evolutionists deify 'Mother Nature' or the process of evolution by attributing to it purpose and design.


Mathematical odds against purely natural evolution are staggering. To prolong for eons the process of mutation to allow for the 'survival of the fittest' only multiplies the deteriorating forces exponentially. The more eons we add, the more we multiply the forces of destruction, which are almost infinitely greater than the odds for orderly progress and development. Atheistic evolutionists assume that blind nature works countless billions of miracles. If you read their literature, you will soon discover that they deify ‘Nature’ or the evolutionary process, attributing to it intelligence, power and purposeful intention, making it a god!


The history of human thought warns us: the theory of evolution does not rest on scientific foundations but on the same type of philosophical speculation that produced false religions and destructive economic systems.


The human mind is a miracle. You reason logically, discern moral truth and appreciate beauty. However, mindless, natural, random forces cannot account for reason, morality or beauty! Never!  A gale blowing leaves on a lawn could never arrange them to spell a beautiful poem like Psalm 139, which says . . .

        I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;

              your works are wonderful, I know that full well.

          My frame was not hidden from you

              when I was made in the secret place.

          When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,

              your eyes saw my unformed body...

          How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!

                How vast is the sum of them!

          Were I to count them, they'd outnumber the grains of sand. 

                When I awake, I am still with you.