The Joy of a Naive Literalist

My spell checker just rejected my use of "literalist". But that's ok. I'm used to such rejections. Better men than I have been so scorned--many highly educated men who saw a far better way than their university accreditation. It is very much like a child growing up and leaving its mother.

I once shook the hand of Dr. Morris, co-author of The Genesis Flood, a book that still torments college professors as they try to teach Faulty Geology 101, 102, and 103. I say torment, because Dr. Morris was a noted hydraulogist, who wrote textbooks on the subject. Morris and Whitcomb tore a patch off of those who totally misinterpret the flood.

Misinterpret? They deny it, as the Apostle Peter said they would.

This amazing book, approximately one third scholarly footnotes, devastates critics of the Biblical account of the flood. He sweeps away the so-called geologic record of millions of years. He maintains the flood strata was laid down in a matter of hours, not millions of years. His arguments and evidence are overpowering.

So, what about the naive literalists? The good Dr. now considers himself one. He became a licensed Baptist preacher. His naive literalism was of the Bible. So is mine.