It’s really sad that I feel that I have to prelude my blogs with warnings and protective clauses so that people understand that I’m not intending to pick a fight or start arguments. Then again, I suppose I shouldn’t care what people think of the way I think. As I said in previous blogs, I write these for myself, and I see no reason not to share my thoughts with anyone who cares to know them. With that said I would like to quote Aristotle who said, “It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.” I challenge you all to be of an educated mind because I believe this describes how I think. I will not simply state that I am right and you are wrong, but on the contrary, I will listen to your opinions and see your views to get a better understanding of how and why you think what you do, even if I do not necessarily agree with you or your ideals. With my prelude concluded, here is some food for thought:

I assume it’s the fact that Easter was yesterday which got me thinking on this topic in the first place. However, as I was taking a shower tonight, I looked down at my body. I thought of the verse from the Bible, Genesis 1:27, which states, “So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.” And as I thought this, I looked down at my arm like the young boy from Fallout 3 who just got his Pip-Boy 3000 put on for the very first time. I rotated my arm, wriggled my fingers. I did these things without thinking them. It was subconscious. But as I did these things, I saw imperfection. I saw the scar on my arm that never healed. I saw fingers that could bend forward to grasp things, but not backwards. As I stood there with the water flowing over my body, I asked myself why, if I was created in God’s image, am I not the perfect organism. The most logical explanation I came to was that God is not perfect. It was at this point I found myself stuck in a paradox. The bible tells me that God is perfect in every way, but the Bible also tells me that I was created in God’s image. If God’s image is perfect, why am I not perfect as well? Unless I am perfect, the Bible is lying to me. Let me point out, that I understand why I am not perfect in my soul. I understand the idea that I will sin and make wrong choices, and I know the whole Adam and Eve story. No, that is not my problem. My question is why I am not anatomically perfect. And as I stood there in the shower, I thought of so many different ways in which the human body is not perfect. Why can we only run at speeds of up to 15 MPH? I’m not saying that I want to be able to run like Superman (as fast as a speeding bullet) but even God’s other creatures can run faster than me. Why can’t I at least run 60 MPH like the cheetah? Why don’t I have gills to keep me from drowning? Why don’t I have wings so that I can fly or clear large gaps? Other organisms have these abilities. Plants use the sun to create energy. Why don’t I have chloroplasts which enable me to use solar energy to minimize the time which I must “waste” sleeping. Lizards can regenerate their tale. Starfish can regenerate their entire body. Why can’t I regrow a lost arm? Why can’t I blend into my surroundings like a gecko? Why don’t I have additional eyes in the back of my head? I only use 10-15% of my brain. That seems like such a waste of mental possibilities.

The point I’m making with all these examples is that there are clearly ways that I as an organism could be better suited for life, without creating appendages or features not already seen in God’s other creatures. I am clearly imperfect, and thusly, it seems as if the Bible has lied to me. If the Bible lies to me once, can I trust it at all? Can I believe any of its other stories?

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