Museum time

Last week Matt finished off the last bit of his vacation time. He never became sick as a dog (like the last time he took off) and the weather wasn't horrible (like the last time) which ended up meaning we rarely saw him, so busy was he on house/garage/barn projects. That is one HUGE downfall to not going to vacation destinations, if you ask me.)

It was a casual week of me us waking up and lingering in each others' arms, where we ate EVERY meal together and got to go find him whenever the urge to play/chat/see him arose. Never-the-less, I begged (nay, demanded) that ONE day would be set aside JUST for the family--where NO work was allowed and the only thing on the agenda was being together.

That day happily coincided with the promise to take the children to a museum we pass on the way to church every week. The Museum of the Earth.


I knew there would be some worldview "issues" to contend with, but I had absolutely NO idea how steeped in evolution the place would turn out to be. I don't think there was a single thing there that was any less than a billion trillion gazillion years old. ;-)


WARNING:: SOAPBOX ALERT!!!

It's incredibly unfortunate that beautiful fossils and relics are preserved in places such as these. I secretly wish "us Christians" could get our hands on a few and splatter the globe with truth-spreading historical and science museums. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!

(Yes. I have heard about the Creation Museum. And yes: we are saving up!)

But-ONE JUST doesn't cut it if you ask me.


Thankfully (1), the children are not interested in reading the hundreds of propoganda signs (and neither were we) but were more interested in experiencing it all just for what was right there. Bits of our past. Secrets. Mysteries. Bones. Awe-inspiring creations of a the Master.

Also (Thankfully 2)-since we aren't big on dumbing things down, Corynn and Andrew already know the evolutionary position and the creationist position. They can explain it to you. They know what many scientists would have us believe. And they know not to believe it.

At six years old and three, the fact that we evolved from monkeys at best, ooze at worst, is already just plain laughable to them. Out of the mouths of babes.

And finally (Thankfully 3), we had this to read on the way there and I had done my homework HERE to answer any/all questions I could that might arise.


There was less dinosaur information there than I had expected, but what was there was fun.

Andrew got right into them.

But who wouldn't like T. Rex? (dead, of course.)



I think the high point of the visit was this guy, though:


A locally found Mastadon skeleton...read the sign! A guy found it in his backyard when he was expanding his pond! How stinkin' COOL is that?!?!?!?!?!?!?!


It is absolutely incredible to see. Amazing. Can you IMAGINE?



After the museum we just drove around. Holding hands. And talking. First, the whole family-but then the little people decided to snooze, so the bigger people got to do some heart-to-heart.

Maybe that was the highlight for me, afterall.




And completely off topic here: I have to say, I wish this were a room in my house. I would have FABULOUS pictures all the time! Oh, to dream.............