In the Beginning...

     My creation story is pretty scattered in terms of location thanks to my parents. I'm really grateful that I've military parents. They've provided me the opportunity to move and experience different parts of the world, go to places I wouldn't have had the opportunity to go had they not chosen the military life.

     I was born in Germany. Ramstein AFB, I believe. Unfortunately, we left a couple of years after, and since I was just a baby, I don't really remember much... okay, maybe I don't remember a whole lot of the world, but I do remember more as time goes on... Leaving Germany, we went to Louisiana. Here I can vaguely remember running down the street to play with my friends. I remember Kindergarten and the fact that my teacher lived a road or two away. Thanks to Facebook, I was able to reconnect with some of my old friends. It's funny how when you're a child you don't realize the whole age thing. You see another kid and think "Let's play!" regardless of age.

    When we left Louisiana, we moved to Alaska... It. Was. Amazing! Sure, it was cold. -70°F at times in fact. But waking up to find wildlife right outside base housing was pretty awesome! We literally had a moose at our front door... no, we didn't pet it. Another great thing was the Northern Lights (Aurora Borealis). I miss those so much! It was great looking up into the sky to see colors dancing around. The mountain vistas, the culture and history of the area... ugh, I wanna go back!

     Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. The same held true for Alaska. In tears as I left my friends behind (Facebook helped me find them later!), we began our journey through the Yukon and the U.S. with our eyes set on... Georgia... great... ish. The trip was long, and for some ungodly reason, we drove the entire way. However, it was still nice. We visited Mt. Rushmore, Devil's Tower, Yellowstone, and other places. Once we finally hit Georgia, our lives began... in a house with no furniture. Awesome.

     For the past 12 years or so we've been in Georgia. It's been way better than I thought it would be, and frankly, I'm glad we made the move. I'd still like to go back to Alaska one day though, and I intend to.

Seven days of creation on the back of a turtle

     Stories about creation are some of my favorites, next to Greek mythology of course… and The Inferno. This is mainly because they're so weird. Every culture has something different, and I'll swear up and down some of them just pulled stuff outta their butt. What's interesting is that no matter how strange they are, there's likely someone who believes in them. With that in mind, are we really that different from a person who thinks the world rests on the back of an ancient turtle?

     Let's use Christianity as an example. When you look at the Christian creation story (and I mean really look at it), it doesn't sound much more realistic than the others, yet people still put stock into the tale. Seven days of creation with separate days designated for separate things. Couldn't the Alpha and Omega of the universe just have snapped His fingers and BOOM! new world? Why is the story so meticulous? That's just scratching the surface.

     I'm a Christian, but I'm not gonna lie, it was hard for me to see it as strange at first since I'd grown up with the story. However, I now understand just how strange it really is (I still believe it though). Maybe from someone else's view I'm the guy believing the world rests on the back of an ancient turtle.