The Gospel of Christ
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Microevolution is simple adaptation — moths changing color, finch beaks adjusting with the weather — small changes within a kind.
Macroevolution — the idea that one creature can slowly turn into a completely different creature — is a theory full of holes and wishful thinking.
The modern world has been conditioned to treat Darwin's theories as sacred, yet the evidence for macroevolution remains astonishingly absent. After 150 years of digging, there is still no verified "missing link" — no undisputed transitional fossil showing the clear bridge from one kind of creature to another. Instead, the fossil record testifies overwhelmingly to sudden appearance, stasis, and extinction — patterns far more consistent with Genesis than with evolutionary dogma.
When they do find something weird-looking — say, a malformed pterodactyl — they'll slap a label on it faster than you can blink: "TRANSITIONAL FORM!!" Never mind it might just be a fossilized birth defect. Never mind a billion people could look at it and say it just looks deformed. If the Darwinian priesthood says it’s a missing link, then it's a missing link, peasant — now bow down before the "Science." Evolution today is less an honest scientific pursuit and more a state religion, demanding blind faith in unseen processes stretched over billions of years, with no hard evidence to bridge the gaps.
Even Darwin himself admitted that if clear transitional forms were not found by the millions "like stars in the sky" he said; his entire theory would collapse. They have not been found. What we are left with are artistic reconstructions, speculative stories, and constant revisions — a scientific establishment chasing a ghost because it has rejected the reality of divine creation.
As far as the Neanderthals go...
The grave is no proof of the soul. A fox buries its kill; a Neanderthal may have buried its dead. Some animals mourn, some exchange tokens. Gorillas offer flowers. Elephants linger near their dead. Yet none build cathedrals. None compose hymns. None weep over the meaning of existence itself.
It is the cathedral, the poem, the cry to heaven — these reveal Logos. And there is no cathedral among Neanderthal bones. No hymn carved into their stones. No testament to unseen glory. Only survival, only instinct.
The soul is not proven by sentiment, it is proven by the creation of meaning beyond survival. And for that, the record of Neanderthal is silent.
Macroevolution — the idea that one creature can slowly turn into a completely different creature — is a theory full of holes and wishful thinking.
The modern world has been conditioned to treat Darwin's theories as sacred, yet the evidence for macroevolution remains astonishingly absent. After 150 years of digging, there is still no verified "missing link" — no undisputed transitional fossil showing the clear bridge from one kind of creature to another. Instead, the fossil record testifies overwhelmingly to sudden appearance, stasis, and extinction — patterns far more consistent with Genesis than with evolutionary dogma.
When they do find something weird-looking — say, a malformed pterodactyl — they'll slap a label on it faster than you can blink: "TRANSITIONAL FORM!!" Never mind it might just be a fossilized birth defect. Never mind a billion people could look at it and say it just looks deformed. If the Darwinian priesthood says it’s a missing link, then it's a missing link, peasant — now bow down before the "Science." Evolution today is less an honest scientific pursuit and more a state religion, demanding blind faith in unseen processes stretched over billions of years, with no hard evidence to bridge the gaps.
Even Darwin himself admitted that if clear transitional forms were not found by the millions "like stars in the sky" he said; his entire theory would collapse. They have not been found. What we are left with are artistic reconstructions, speculative stories, and constant revisions — a scientific establishment chasing a ghost because it has rejected the reality of divine creation.
As far as the Neanderthals go...
The grave is no proof of the soul. A fox buries its kill; a Neanderthal may have buried its dead. Some animals mourn, some exchange tokens. Gorillas offer flowers. Elephants linger near their dead. Yet none build cathedrals. None compose hymns. None weep over the meaning of existence itself.
It is the cathedral, the poem, the cry to heaven — these reveal Logos. And there is no cathedral among Neanderthal bones. No hymn carved into their stones. No testament to unseen glory. Only survival, only instinct.
The soul is not proven by sentiment, it is proven by the creation of meaning beyond survival. And for that, the record of Neanderthal is silent.
