More Problems with Radiometric Dating

Potassium-Argon radiometric dating is a process by which scientists assign an age to a rock sample by measuring the amounts of Potassium and Argon found within it. It is similar to Carbon dating, which can only be used on materials that were once alive. Potassium-Argon dating is used on rock.

Potassium-40 will decay into Argon-40 at a steady rate. So if scientists know how much Argon is in the rock sample presently (which they do), and if they know how much Argon was in the rock sample when it was formed (which they don’t), and if they know the current rate of decay has always been what it is now (which they don’t), and if they know it has never been contaminated (which they don’t), they could get very accurate readings. Since they don’t know all these facts, they make assumptions—guesses. Of course scientists call their results fact and expect us to swallow their results without debate.

But let me share with you some examples of when Potassium-Argon dating has been proven incorrect:

  • Mt. Etna, in Sicily, erupted in 122 BC. The rock formed in that eruption has been dated at 170,000-330,000 years old.
  • Mt. Etna errupted again in 1972. The rock was dated at 210,000-490,000 years old.
  • Hualalai, in Hawaii, erupted in 1800-1801. The rock has been dated at 1.44-1.76 million years old.
  • Mt. Ngaurahoe, in New Zealand, erupted in 1954. The rock has been dated at 3.3-3.7 million years old.
  • Kilauea Iki, in Hawaii, erupted in 1959. The rock has been dated at 1.7-15.3 million years old.
  • Mount St. Helens erupted in 1986. The rock has been dated at 300,000-400,000 years old.

Did you do the math? Is anyone else having trouble accepting these figures? Perhaps radiometric dating isn’t as accurate as we’ve been told.

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More on Carbon Dating

Most people have heard of Carbon-14 dating, but it is a wide misconception that this method provides proof that the earth is millions of years old. Even if we don’t consider the assumptions on which Carbon dating is based, this process is still unable to provide dates more than 100,000 years into the past. This is because C-14 has such a fast decay rate. Every 5,730 year, half of the C-14 in a specimen will have decayed into Nitrogen. This is called a half-life. In another 5,730 years, another half will have decayed. After about 100,000 years, there would not be enough C-14 present to detect with modern instruments.

There are five other radiometric dating methods that use elements with longer half-lives (uranium-238, uranium-235, potassium-40, rubidium-87, and samarium-147). These are the ones that produce readings of millions of years. But Carbon dating actually undermines these figures.

Wood has been found trapped within lava flows that date into the millions of years. But this wood still has detectable amounts of C-14 in it. If it was actually millions of years old, the Carbon would be long gone. Coal and diamonds have been found in rock layers dated in the millions of years. However, both coal and diamonds were found to contain C-14. It is physically impossible for these things to be more than 100,000 years old.

Let me assert that radiometric dating is not as reliable as we have been told.

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Horray for Chick-fil-A!

The following was copied exactly from an email I received this week (therefore the funky formatting). It did not have a by-line, and the original sender was someone I do not know named Morrie Tuburgen. It’s a tremendous example of goodness and definitely worth sharing!!
chickFilAGod bless Chick-fil-A !!!!
Media Ignores Chick-fil-A’s Christian Motivated Charity in Ice Storm 

Two years ago Chick-fil-A made national headlines when company president Dan Cathy spoke out in support of traditional marriage.It wasn’t that he said anything “hateful”.  It was the traditional Christian belief he grew up with.  He just stated the same belief, supporting traditional marriage, that Obama claimed he had (in order to get elected).  But that was before his beliefs “evolved”, as he put it, once he was elected.  Yeah, right!  No duplicity there!  Also, you can keep your healthcare policy and doctor. Period.

Liberals and gays became unglued and launched massive protests against the restaurant chain.  Several mayors spoke out saying they would not allow any more Chick-fil-As to be built in their cities.  They tried boycotting the Christian owned company, but that backfired.  Instead, Chick-fil-A had a world record day with many locations selling out of food to the hundreds of thousands of supporters. Is it any surprise that the only news the liberal mainstream media has reported concerning Chick-fil-A has only been the negative? 

Remember last week when the ice storm hit the south?  The mainstream media showed footage of miles of cars stranded on the frozen interstates.  Several national news broadcasts I saw reported about school kids trapped on buses for almost 24 hours because of all of the ice and parents going frantic wondering where their kids were. In all of the icy gloom and doom, I bet you didn’t hear on NBC, ABC, MSNBC about the heroic and generous actions of a Chick-fil-A along Highway 280 in Birmingham, Alabama, did you? 

Mark Meadows, owner of the Chick-fil-A closed early the day of the storm and sent all of his employees home.  However, the employees and Meadows soon discovered they were not going to be able to get home with all of the stranded motorists stuck on the roads.  Some of the cars near the restaurant had been stranded for up to 7 hours.
Audrey Pitt, manager of the Chick-fil-A described the conditions: “Our store is about a mile and a half from the interstate and it took me two hours to get there.  It was a parking lot as far as I could see.  At one point there were more people walking than driving.” Meadows and his employees fired up the kitchen and began preparing chicken sandwiches as fast as they could.  They prepared several hundred sandwiches and then Meadows and his staff headed out and began distributing the hot meals to the stranded motorists on both sides of Highway 280. 

Some of the drivers tried to pay them for the sandwiches, but Meadows and his employees refused to take a single penny.  Pitt explained why: “This company is based on taking care of people and loving people before you’re worried about money or profit.  We were just trying to follow the model that we’ve all worked under for so long and the model that we’ve come to love. There was really nothing else we could have done but try to help people any way we could.” 

However, Meadows and Pitt were not through with their Good Samaritan efforts.  They helped push cars off the roads, up inclines and whatever else they could do to help.  Then they kept the restaurant open overnight so that stranded motorists could have a warm place to be.  A number of motorists slept in booths or on the benches.
Then in the morning, they again fired up the kitchen and prepared chicken biscuits for their overnight guests and once again they refused to accept any payment.  During that 24 hour period, this Chick-fil-A restaurant opened their kitchen, their doors and their hearts to hundreds of stranded motorists and they did so refusing to accept any payment.  As one source put it, Meadows and his staff lived up to the words Jesus spoke in Matthew 25:35 which states: “For I was hungry, and you gave Me something to eat; I was thirsty, and you gave Me something to drink; I was a stranger, and you invited Me in…” 

Their actions were truly generous and heroic as they also braved the frigid temperatures to hand out hundreds of hot meals to complete strangers.  And I bet you never heard anything about this from the mainstream media.  Had it been a group of homosexuals or atheists, it would have been all over the news from coast to coast.  It was too much against their liberal standards to report a Christian company doing something so positive for so many.
If you live in the Birmingham area (or are passing thru), make sure you stop in and visit the Chick-fil-A near Highway 280 to thank them for their generosity and Christian example.  While you’re there, order something to eat and give them your business as I think they deserve it.
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Story in a Post-Modern World

We’ve been studying the dominant worldviews in our evening services. Last night was postmodernism. It’s characterized by denial of a diety, absence of absolutes, and a great deal of apathy. Sound like America? Yeah, it’s here, all right.

One of the main tenants caught my eye. In place of a moral compass, post-modernists are very wishy-washy on truth. Truth becomes whatever you say it is. If it’s right for you, it’s truth. The guy with the most power (or a majority) gets to decide the truth for society. They’re very clever at twisting language to say whatever they want it to mean (as is happening to our Constitution and our laws about marriage). This language manipulation, at least on an academic level, is referred to as “story.” Story is whatever you want to make up. Story is truth.

Um, does this make anyone else feel like their standing at the bottom of the Mississippi with a hurricane roaring in? How can anyone keep their footing when so many currents are sucking at them? How do you find a safe place? How do you cling to something real?

I was reminded of the parable of the wise and foolish builders. One built his house on sand and the rains washed it away. The other built on rock, and his house withstood the storms. This is my kind of story. This is my kind of message. It’s the truth I root my own written works in. It is an absolute you can stand on, depend on, no matter what is swirling around you.

Forget standing in the drink. Give me a Rock.



Image courtesy of Wolfgang Staudt via Flickr.

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The Deliverer

I’ve been very lax at posting here lately. Mostly just plain busyness. But this month I want to share a story I wrote years ago. So long ago, in fact, that it took a good deal of editing before I was willing to post it here. I hope it turns your thoughts to the Savior. Have a blessed holiday season!


The Deliverer

Rebecca collapsed into a chair and heaved a deep sigh. She tucked a few strands of graying hair behind her ears and mopped at the perspiration on her forehead with an edge of her garment. Never could she remember such a week! The town was bustling like a port city, and business was booming!

She allowed herself only a short break before hoisting her ample body from the chair. Supper preparations must begin for those guests taking a meal. She had barely begun when there came yet another knock on her door. Wiping her hands on her apron, she hustled to answer it but saw the stooped figure of her husband already there.

“I’m sorry,” he was saying, “we can’t help you,” and he started to close the door. But someone on the other side pushed it open again.

“Please,” spoke a desperate male voice. “Can’t you offer us anything? I have money. I’ll give you double your price.”

Curiosity piqued, Rebecca glanced around her husband. Before her stood a strong young man, very dark, and covered with dust. He looked like all the others. Then she saw his companion. A woman, a girl really, sat upon a donkey. Her brown hair hung in damp strands around her face, and her shoulders slumped in exhaustion over a very swollen belly. Rebecca clucked her tongue in motherly concern.

“I really am sorry, but I let out my last room days ago. You’ll have to look elsewhere,” her husband said and closed the door firmly.

As he turned to walk away, Rebecca placed the whole of her bulk directly in his path. With hands on her hips, she scowled at him. “Josiah, how could you send that girl away? You know very well there is nowhere else.”

Josiah stood a bit straighter and defended himself. “Where would we put them? We’ve been turning folks away for days.”

“We can at least make them comfortable in the stable. That poor girl is at her wit’s end. Didn’t you see her lip quivering?”

The man stooped again in resignation as his wife pushed past him. He’d grown accustomed to her headstrong ways.

Rebecca opened the door and called to the couple. “We have room in the stable if you don’t mind boarding with the animals.”

Relief flooded their weary faces, and the young man quickly accepted.

Rebecca led them to a small shelter at the rear of the inn, part brick and part rock. “There, there, dear,” she said and patted the girl’s hand. “We’ll soon have you comfortable. I’ll bring blankets and a bucket of water for bathing. Just let me know if you need anything else.”

The girl gave her a tired smile. “We’re very grateful.”

“It’s no bother, dear. No bother.”

Rebecca scurried around gathering the promised items and sent Josiah to the stable with them. Then she returned to her supper preparations, adding enough for two more. The evening passed in a bustle of activity. At last, with her kitchen spotless and all guests settled for the night, she put her feet up before an open window, enjoying the balmy breeze. She sat there long into the darkness, listening to the city put itself to bed, and just as she prepared to do the same, a knock sounded at the door.

“Not again,” she said. She hated turning so many people away. But behind the door stood the young man from the stable, looking extremely uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry to bother you this late, ma’am, but I think my wife’s time has come, and I don’t know the first thing about birthing.”

Rebecca responded instantly. “Don’t you worry, dear. I’ve had six babies myself and presided at more births than I can remember. Go make the girl as comfortable as possible. I’ll set some water on to boil and be along directly. Josiah,” she called, waking her husband. “Fetch some clean linens. Go, go, go,” she said, shooing both men on their way.

The stable was warm and fragrant. The animals made low sounds, and Joseph paced anxiously wherever he found room. Rebecca stayed with the laboring girl, encouraging her and wiping her sweating brow. At last, far into the night, she gave birth to a baby boy.

Rebecca wrapped him in a warm cloth and cradled him in her arms. As she gazed at the tiny face, she felt a familiar fluttering in her chest. “Babies bring such joy,” she smiled as she laid the child in his mother’s arms. “He’s beautiful. What will you call him?”

“His name is Jesus,” said the man hovering at the girl’s side. Love and relief mingled on his weary face.

Rebecca did what she could for the mother, then, with a final, “Don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything else,” she slipped from the stable, leaving the new family alone. Exhausted, she crawled into bed beside the snoring Josiah.

Some time later, Rebecca awoke with a start. Loud shouting drifted in the open window from the street below. Looking outside, she saw a handful of men running up the road. They hurried from building to building, pounding on doors and shouting through windows.

“Josiah,” she whispered anxiously. No response. “Josiah!” She poked him hard.

“Wha…?” The man awoke with a start.

“Did they wake you up too?” she asked sweetly. Now she could hear angry curses being thrown down at the men from bedroom windows. “Go see what’s going on.”

Josiah muttered under his breath as he crawled from under the covers. Rebecca waited only a moment before grabbing a wrap and joining him outside the front door. By now, the men were close enough that she could see their ragged clothes.

“It’s just a bunch of drunks who wandered away from their herds,” Josiah said and went back inside. But Rebecca remained.

One of the shepherds rushed forward. “The angels came!” he blurted. “Thousands of them. They told us the Messiah has been born tonight here in Bethlehem. Do you know where we can find him?”

Rebecca’s heart did a tremendous back flip. Could it be? But the notion was ridiculous. She’d seen the baby with her own eyes. There was nothing special about him.

The shepherd grabbed her by both arms. “You know something! Please tell me. The angel said we would find him in a manger.”

Rebecca’s eyes grew round as the moon. “Th-there is a baby…” she stuttered.

The shepherd let out a whoop. “Over here, boys!” he yelled. Suddenly, Rebecca was surrounded by stinking, jostling shepherds, all babbling at once. “Where’s the baby?” “Have you seen him?” “Where can we find him?”

She motioned for silence. “There was a baby born in the stable out back. We didn’t have any rooms available, so we had to—” but nobody was listening. With shouts of joy, the shepherds ran to the stable, leaving her talking to herself.

“Now just a minute!” she admonished, rushing after them as fast as her bulk would allow. “They don’t need you lot disturbing them.”

She entered the stable prepared to do battle, but the scene stopped her short. The baby snuggled on his mother’s lap, waving a tiny fist in the air. Every last one of the men were bowed in reverent silence. The girl wore a tired smile, and her husband laid a protective hand on her shoulder. Someone murmured, “The Messiah.”

The word bounced off the rocky walls, and Rebecca’s mouth dropped open. She gaped at the young mother who nodded with shining eyes.

The Messiah–born in her barn! With tears in her eyes, Rebecca sank to the stable floor and joined the band of ragged, dirty men celebrating the arrival of the One promised so long ago. What an honor God had granted her. She had helped deliver the One born to deliver her!

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Too Much Activity, Not Enough Power

I heard a pretty kick-butt sermon today. It was no-nonsense, looking at Jesus’ final commands in the first few chapters of Acts. The main point was that as a church, we are failing to “go and preach the gospel,” through church activity and beyond. While it was definitely a sermon that needed to be preached, it sparked a mixture of responses in me.

First, I feel that there can be too much church. Now understand, our church has been struggling. We’ve dealt with some heavy issues, some change, division, and a great deal of apathy. We can hardly keep our programs afloat, our Wednesday night prayer meeting is attended by about 5 people, and evening church by about 25. Everyone shakes their heads and bemoans the fact, but too few jump in to fix anything.

I don’t want to toot my own horn, but honestly, I hover on the edge of burnout all the time. I’ve been actively involved in several programs, and I’m continually nominated for more. I’m always at church 2-3 days a week, and during various seasons that number can go way up. On top of this, I have three kids, two of whom I homeschool and a third who is now active in high school athletics. Sunday actually is my day of rest (well, after involvement in the song service and the preparation of a family meal). By Sunday afternoon, I need that down time that is so infrequent during the week, and I don’t feel guilty about rarely attending church on Sunday nights. It’s that Sabbath for the man, not the man for the Sabbath thing. (During the summer, I attend more often and feel more guilty when I don’t.) I’m on the opposite end of the activity scale and have had to learn balance. There is such thing as too much church!

The second part of that sermon, the “get out in the world and preach the gospel” part, stung a little bit more. I’m a stay-at-home mom. I don’t travel too far. Neither am I bold. I despise small talk. I wouldn’t even speak on the phone to order a pizza until college. I’m just not one to walk up to someone I don’t know and ask if they know Jesus. But I do see the check out lady, the bank teller, the librarian, the coach, my neighbors, etc. on a regular basis. My faith is no secret. But, no, I don’t actively share with these aquaintances. Ouch!

I do, however, use my sphere of influence for Christ. I run the children’s program at church, and I try to develop relationships with these non-church kids outside of the program. I see them around town. I sit by them at football games. I ask how they’re doing. I listen. I return hugs. I give rides. I encourage my kids’ teammates. I invite my kids’ friends into our home. In all these situations it’s much easier to share my faith.

I also try to be very open and transparent within my online community. As an author I have as many interactions on my laptop as I do in my own town. My faith is open knowledge, and it’s prompted some interesting discussions. Also, this blog is a place for me to share what I know and what I’m learning, and I display the link prominently on my author website.

That brings up two more emotions this sermon stirred in me this morning. I feel very insignificant. My two main ways to share the gospel are with a handful of children and a handful of readers. I’m no Kirk Cameron. My platform is very small. Also, I get discouraged that so few, so very few, show an interest when the Word is given. Kids stop coming to our Wednesday night program because it’s not as fun as staying home and watching television. Their parents don’t care. Some people online are openly hostile, aggressive even, and mocking in their responses. This is a nation that has been reached with the gospel message. But Americans have rejected it. There’s a church on every corner, as the saying goes, Christian radio, Christian television, Christian institutions, Christian literature. The gospel is widely available. And nobody seems to care. This is extremely discouraging. Sometimes I feel like, what’s the point? Yet, I know it’s not an excuse to give up.

So I guess this has ended up being sort of a hodge podge post, a very personal sorting of responses, emotions, priorities. At the end of it, I think my greatest failing isn’t really any of the above. It’s in failing to back up what I’m doing with prayer. I need to fuel my activities with God’s power or all of the above are pointless. That, I’ve concluded, is where I need to focus much more diligently.

Funny, that point wasn’t even mentioned in the sermon.

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How Generous Are You?

Hands“It is more blessed to give than to receive.”

We’ve all heard that saying. It’s one of the most quoted verses in the Bible. And it’s true. Ask any new parent at Christmas time. There is great joy in giving.

I’ve been trained to give. Give to charity. Give to church. Give to others less fortunate than me. Give to needy children around the world. I’m good at it, and it’s fun when my gifts are well-received. But I’ve found out recently that I’m not very good at the other end.

I’m a little proud. A little independent. I have that mentality that there’s shame in accepting charity. So I’ve not been a very gracious receiver. And that, I’m realizing, is a form of generosity in itself.

Last summer, some missionaries that we’ve supported for years came through town. We were good friends before they left for the mission field and we’ve kept in contact, so we went out for ice cream cones. They expressed a desire to treat us, but knowing how difficult it had been for them to raise support, I refused to let them pay, even when they insisted.

I realized afterwards that I’d unintentionally hurt them. Here we’d been giving to them each month for several years and they finally had the opportunity to reciprocate, to express their appreciation through a simple gift of ice cream. In my foolish pride, I’d stolen away their blessing. I’d hogged it all for myself. It was an uncomfortable lesson, but one I’ve taken to heart.


Recently, I was invited to a football game by an old friend. As kids, we had attended different churches and different high schools, but our youth groups held activities together, and we later went to the same university. Our high schools used to play each other, so we had developed a friendly rivalry that continued all through college–until we each married and saw each other far less. Now our kids’ schools compete against each other. After a twenty year hiatus, I’d been invited to attend the game.

When we stepped up to the gate, my friend handed the ticket guy enough money to cover my entrance fee. It felt a little awkward. I was holding five bucks in my hand and standing next in line. But when he handed me a ticket, I accepted it with a smile and thanked him. And he felt good about being able to treat an old friend. I’d learned a lesson about being a gracious receiver.

So how about you? How generous are you at receiving?

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Your Face Here

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Osama Bin Laden


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There is none righteous, no, not one; There is none that understandeth, There is none that seeketh after God. (Romans 3:10-11)

Sort of an extreme graphic, isn’t it? But it’s a pretty extreme verse. Put your face at the bottom of this list and you’ll find a whole new perspective on the way God views mankind.

Like most Americans, I get in that frame of mind where I think I’m doing pretty okay. I’m basically a good person. I can always look around and find someone worse than me. But our best isn’t good enough. Isaiah says our righteousnesses are as filthy rags. Nothing we do can make God see us as clean. That’s why he had to send his Son to die. Yeah, that’s a pretty extreme solution. It underscores a pretty extreme problem.

It is only by the blood of Christ that we can be good enough to get into Heaven. In other words, it’s not us at all. It’s all him.

I’m pretty glad I’ve been snatched off this list and put on a different one–the Lamb’s Book of Life. Have you?

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God Bless America? or God-less America?

I came home from a wonderful Cedar Point trip with my family a couple weeks ago only to find the highest court in the land had struck down DOMA. My response? The Supreme Court is in entirely in the wrong. They have not considered (or changed) God’s opinion on the matter. Consider these words taken from the first chapter of Romans (ESV).

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18 For the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men, who by their unrighteousness suppress the truth. 19 For what can be known about God is plain to them, because God has shown it to them. 20 For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world,[g] in the things that have been made. So they are without excuse. 21 For although they knew God, they did not honor him as God or give thanks to him, but they became futile in their thinking, and their foolish hearts were darkened. 22 Claiming to be wise, they became fools, 23 and exchanged the glory of the immortal God for images resembling mortal man and birds and animals and creeping things.

24 Therefore God gave them up in the lusts of their hearts to impurity, to the dishonoring of their bodies among themselves, 25 because they exchanged the truth about God for a lie and worshiped and served the creature rather than the Creator, who is blessed forever! Amen.

26 For this reason God gave them up to dishonorable passions. For their women exchanged natural relations for those that are contrary to nature; 27 and the men likewise gave up natural relations with women and were consumed with passion for one another, men committing shameless acts with men and receiving in themselves the due penalty for their error.

28 And since they did not see fit to acknowledge God, God gave them up to a debased mind to do what ought not to be done. 29 They were filled with all manner of unrighteousness, evil, covetousness, malice. They are full of envy, murder, strife, deceit, maliciousness. They are gossips,30 slanderers, haters of God, insolent, haughty, boastful, inventors of evil, disobedient to parents,31 foolish, faithless, heartless, ruthless. 32 Though they know God’s righteous decree that those who practice such things deserve to die, they not only do them but give approval to those who practice them.

I don’t think I can add much to that. Those are God’s words, not mine. We are a nation founded on Christian principals. We know what’s right and wrong. Homosexuality has long been regarded as sinful, yet Americans have chosen to disregard God’s law, even to pretend there is no God. We’ve explained him away scientifically. We’ve booted him out of schools and the public arena. He no longer has a place in politics though it was his help our founding fathers beseeched in starting this nation. The only time we invoke his name is during times of tragedy. Remember 9/11?

Do we think flaunting God’s law will have no consequences? Do we think just because we close our eyes the lion has disappeared? Foolish Americans!

I believe it was Ruth Graham, wife of famous evangelist Billy Graham, who said, “If God does not judge America, he will have to apologize to Sodom and Gomorrah.”

I don’t think he’ll be doing any apologizing, do you?

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Your Value

jesus hugI know I’ve been putting my fair share of “book” posts on here the last few months. It’s never been my intention to turn this into another book blog. (I have enough of those already!) But I’m pretty heavily involved in the writing community, so my thoughts are bound to go in that direction occasionally.

Today I had someone comment on my author Facebook page. She had read The Little Brown Sparrow and let me know she enjoyed it. As I’m in the middle of writing a full length tween novel right now, I hadn’t thought about that little children’s story for quite a while. So I took some time today to see how it’s doing on Amazon. I now have 28 reviews posted! Of course, when it’s free, they’re much easier to collect.

I started reading through the responses and was struck by a common theme. All of these were adult reviewers, and usually they related their desire to read the story to their grandchildren or their Sunday school class. But several times I read that the reviewer himself had been feeling low, and my little story had provided a quick pick-me-up.

It made me think, a childish lesson in self-worth isn’t really a childish lesson at all. Even as adults our value is sometimes called into question, especially if we’ve experienced a tough failure, if we’re chronically ill, if we’re handicapped, or even depressed. An argument, a rebellious child, a hard day–these can all serve to bring us down. But our worth isn’t dependent on us at all. Not on our skills, not on our performance, not on our appearance, not on our health, not on anyone’s opinion. Our worth comes directly from the fact that we are made in the image of God.

So if you’re struggling with self-esteem, with feelings of failure, or just feeling down, remember who made you. Remember who you belong to. Remember you were created with a purpose. Remember you were worth enough to redeem with the blood of the Son of God himself. That’s a pretty great pick-me-up.

Of course, reading The Little Brown Sparrow won’t hurt, either. :)

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