Creation or Evolution: Who cares?

First, A Story of Old

IN the beginning, man created a special box. And man said, “Let the box be filled with controversial and contentious conversational topics.” And it was so. And man named his box “Taboos”.  The Box Of Taboos constrained and confined all manner of dangerous and socially unacceptable discussions. Among them were Politics, Religion, Death, Sex, The End Times – and Creation. And man decreed that The Box Of Taboos shall remain firmly shut to all but the brave and the foolhardy. For the Taboos were known to set friend against friend, brother against brother, tribe against tribe. Discussion of The Taboos was like a two-headed beast, and the names of the two heads were Divisive and Pointless.

Generation after generation would teach this poem to their offspring:

The taboos will divide us so what’s the point?
Division is pointless so leave the taboos where they belong.
No good can come of it so leave them in The Box, in The Box
No good can come of it so leave them in The Box, in The Box

Yet from time to time, heroes would arise. Fearless men and women would tear open The Box without hesitation, fired by deep convictions and a fierce determination to liberate The Taboos and bring them in to the kingdom of Serving Their God-Ordained Purpose. They too sang their song:

Division there may be but pointless they are not
Stand we now against the enemy’s lie
No more in the confines of The Box
No more Taboo
For we believe there is a point
For we believe there is a point
And we will find it

Meanwhile, back in The Present Day…

Creation

In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. Or did He? And if He did, did He do it in seven days, Garden of Eden, Adam and Eve and all that? Or did He set something in motion that caused the Big Bang billions of years ago and, after a jolly long wait, produced mankind via Darwinian evolution and natural selection? And, frankly, what does it matter how He did it, if He did it?

I’m betting that, for at least some of you, I’m making your Taboo Sensor tingle. Possibly you’re stifling a yawn. You may be far too placid to worry about the beast’s head called Divisive, but the one named Pointless is rearing large and ugly, even as you read. But can I urge you, as they say, to bear with me.

Let me assure you that this is no detailed study or academic paper. Riddled with references and links it shall not be. And, it has to be said, lacking in scientific, theological and logical rigour it almost certainly will be. But there is a point. In fact there’s more than one point. Hoorah.

  • Point One is that I believe the Bible. I believe the Old and New Testaments are the inspired, infallible Word of God.
  • Point Two is that I believe that everything in the Bible is there for a reason. Not a single word is, to coin the phrase, pointless.
  • Point Three is that when I want to know how the world came about I believe the Bible tells me. And, yes, it’s that whole Genesis, Tree of Life, “let there be light” stuff. I believe it. I do. I know many folks will want to mock or argue or shoot me down in flames, but there you are. Or, rather, there I am; an intelligent chap, seen a lot of life, heard a lot of stuff, and still I choose to believe the Bible. 

And that means I’m a creationist. Because I also believe the Bible is an all-or-nothing deal. If one bit falls, it all falls. If one bit’s fanciful nonsense, it’s all fanciful nonsense. I don’t accept for a moment the notion of Pick ‘n’ Mix scriptures. And that makes it easy to choose which explanations of creation I believe. 

It’s not fashionable, but since when is that a way of deciding what’s true? And, as already announced, though I’m not attempting any theological or scientific scrutiny here, there are thousands of Bible-believing Christians who do. What’s more, there are just as many scientific explanations and theories to support the Biblical creation narrative (including the great flood) as there are to support the commonly-accepted “truth”.

Now if that’s not ripping a Taboo forcibly out of The Box I don’t know what is. But my goal isn’t to stir up heated debate (though you can if you like) but to say that, for me, Creation or Evolution matters. Because to believe evolution I have to start dismantling my belief in the Bible. You may disagree, but to me that’s a slippery slope that doesn’t add up (if you’ll excuse my appallingly mixed metaphors). 

So, in the words of Martin Luther, here I stand; I can do no other. I believe God made our world in seven days, I believe He’s in control of the universe and I believe the day’s coming when He’ll wrap it all up and make a new one.

Divisive? I hope not. Pointless? No, no, and thrice no.

What about you? Where do you think it all began?

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Thrilling Workaround for Failed iPad Yahoo Calendar Sync

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BACK in the dim and distant past I found a solution to my “iPod won’t sync with Outlook calendar” woes. It was more of a workaround than a fix, and involved switching to an online calendar instead – one provided by Yahoo.

Time moved on (as it has the habit of doing, and, I confidently predict, will do until we reach the eternal state – but that’s at least 1,007 years away and, as they say, another story…). I became the proud owner of a second iGizmo – the iPad, no less – and found – shock, horror! – a snafu with – guess what? Calendar syncing.

(Just an aside here to acknowledge the convoluted construction of that last paragraph. I thought about a rewrite but actually I quite like it and so, unapologetically, it shall remain. It’s worth the effort of a second read if all those commas and dashes seem to render it unintelligible. Honest.)

Bottom line – my best friend the Yahoo calendar wouldn’t talk to my new iThing! At least, not the one connected to the email address I wanted to use. ‘Cos the odd and perverse truth of the matter is that I have more than one mailbox with the same account, each of which can have a calendar, and while others would do their syncing thang with the iWotsit, the one I wanted just refused to play ball. In fact, when I enabled it my Calendar app became a shadow of its intended self, with various jolly important functions (like adding appointments) just, well, not there. 

There’s always a little comfort in knowing you’re not alone, and should you care to search on “iPad Yahoo calendar sync” you’ll find at least 743 puzzled and fed up punters suffering  the same fate. You’ll also find a dozen suggested solutions, none of which worked (sniff). But what you won’t find (although correct me if I’m wrong) is anyone with this same “single-account-multi-mailbox-one-calendar-fails-while-others-are-OK” syndrome.

However…

I am thrilled beyond measure – no, wait, I cannot claim that in all integrity – I am somewhat thrilled to announce that I have found…a workaround. Hooray. (Sorry that “workaround” is a very boring, business-like word but it seems to express the nature of the solution concisely. Is there a cooler phrase to use these days? Please let me know.) Anyhooo…stick with me…here’s what I did.

  1. I went to the calendar I wanted to appear on my iDoodah.
  2. I clicked a link called “Share” and said “I’d like to share this calendar with <enter email address of one of my other mailboxes under the same account> please”.
  3. I got a nice friendly email at that address with a link to click telling me that my other email address had kindly offered to share its calendar with me. 
  4. I clicked said link and – lo! The calendar I wanted now also appeared on the calendar of my secondary email address. Hooray, again.
  5. Lastly, and most significantly, I told my iFriend to use the calendar from my secondary email address. Since that calendar now included the appointments from the main email address, and, furthermore, since that calendar had always played nicely, I tapped and clicked and..lo once more! I get to see, edit, sync and whatever else my heart desires with the said calendar for the said account on the said new device as well as the aforementioned old device.

Cool.

Realistically, I’m guessing that many of you who’ve been kind enough to read this don’t really have a Scooby Doo what I’m talking about. Suffice to say it made me happy, and maybe my techno-babble has stirred a little smile and given you a little bit of happy as well. If so, then it’s all been worthwhile. And if, by chance, you need some technical assistance presented with a serious face, do drop me a line. I can do serious when required. But not for long.