[Originally published as Batting 1,000]
Bats Have Always Been Bats!
Fossilized bats have been found. A fossilized bat is the remains of a bat that dies and was buried quickly, and sealed in sediment.
Evolutionists claim that fossil bats are up to 50 million years old.
Question: How do they know the fossil bat is a bat?
Answer: Because it looks exactly like the same bats that are alive today. If fossil bats didn’t look like bats, we probably wouldn’t know what they were!
So we have a problem. If evolutionists are right, then bats have always been bats for at least the last 50 million years.
No change in 50 million years?
Just how long does evolution take?!
This is where the Bible throws light on the problem. The Bible says God created all living things less than 7,000 years ago.
This means the bat “kind” was created then, and since then bats have produced only bats.
So fossil bats are nowhere near 50 million years old, and the fossils of bats are evidence for the global flood of Noah’s days.
One night when I was a teenager I had a bat crawl in through my window fan. I would hear an occasional “knock” and put the light on to see. Sure enough, a bat crawled into my room and started flying around. I closed my door behind me, told my dad, who also had gone to bed, and together we went to the basement to manufacture a net.
We then went into the room, and Dad caught the bat with one swoop. His “batting” average became 1,000. We then sent net, bat, and all out a window.
I wonder if the blades of the fan were hitting his body now and then. I hope it recovered from any wounds I had unwittingly inflicted on it by having my fan on.
It was nice to have Dad around. He had a good plan for taking care of my slumber-interruption. On a much larger scale, the Heavenly Father had a perfect plan for me (and many others) to learn of His holiness and love.
If our first parents had not sinned, then how otherwise could I have learned of His intense love for me (being willing even to punish His unique Son to forgive me) and His intense holiness. He hates evil, and I am learning more and more to hate evil. How else might I have learned of His great holiness, mercy, and justice? Dad passed in 1988, but I still love him and plan to see him again. He gave me a little glimpse into the wonder of my Father in heaven. Thank You, Father, for not sparing Your Sone to save me and all Your elect.