May 13, 2026
I am thinking about the fossils I gathered for sixty years, ranging from algae more than a billion years old, seashells from early seas that covered America, carbonized ferns as ancient as amphibians, to dinosaurs into whose footprints I’ve placed my hand. There were insects, bird feathers, and mammoth ivory; thousands of specimens that I’ve donated to a museum. In the hundreds of millions of years in which these creatures lived there was no living thing aware of the Creator nor awareness of creation itself. That began to change with early humans, who perhaps looked at the stars and wondered what they were.
Ten thousand years ago humans were already becoming aware of creation, devising gods to explain nature, to seek help from, and to worship. As humanity gained higher awareness, God made contact with us, recorded in the Bible and perhaps other early stories. This was after millions, even billions, of years of evolution, of God waiting for our minds to sufficiently develop. And then God came to us four thousand years ago in the form of a burning bush and a pillar of fire. He became manifest to his creation, the Hebrews.
Two thousand years ago came Jesus, the Christ, God on earth. Apparently, we were finally ready to atempt to understand God and his divine realm. It has been a halting struggle to comprehend ever since. We humans are finally at the cusp of being able to sense the presence and full majesty of our Creator. After nearly four billion years of life on earth, God’s creation has finally become aware. Isn’t that amazing? I am most humbled and grateful that I have personally become aware of the Divine.
