It is early on a Saturday morning and I am surprised any of my senses are working. A light mist fills the air, it is warm and everything around me seems to be alive. All creation is awakening and now I simply need to follow suit.
I walk across a grassy area that is now mostly dirt from the foot traffic. It is this dirt that makes me stop and awaken. The mist has settled ever so lightly and now I can smell the dirt. It is fragrant, a distinct smell I cannot describe but it is recorded I believe in everyone's brain. We smell earth, we smell home, we sense where we have come from - the dirt. The dirt teems with life and it speaks of beginnings for us all.
This morning I would say both creationists and scientists are wrong on dating the beginnings of the earth. A date of several thousand years or several million years will not suffice. I smelled the dirt this morning and it smelled fresh, I would say not more than a few hours old. It is futile arguing a date on creation just smell the dirt and move on - God is not done creating. It's fresh, before us, all around us, simply stop and breathe it in.
