Beyond the Sun – Shinedown

Shattered Minds - putting the pieces back together

This song was played by Chris over and over and over and over prior to me finding out that I was D.I.D.  It was alsmost as if she was preparing me.

06-Beyond The Sun

Beyond the Sun – Shinedown

Speak to me

So I can understand your tongue

You seem rather fragile

It’s been said

It’s cold beyond the sun

Have you ever been there?

Communicating  thoughts of ways

To never have to speak again

Let me be the fire in your head

Bring what’s yours, I’ll take what’s mine

And meet you on the other side

We’ll leave a sign so anyone can find us

A better place, a sweeter time

We won’t need any wings to fly

A place beyond the sun

Look for me

The way you would if you were blind

Don’t be so resistant

I’ve been known

To travel much too fast

Is that you…

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It would seem that I’m not the only one fussing about creation

Christian apologetics is usually on the back foot against science for a simple reason: Science is fact based, whereas Christian theology is faith based. Or is it? Here’s the problem as a series of logic statements: If we believe that God’s character is such that he cannot lie, then therefore the Bible is true. If […]

via When Empirical isn’t Empirical – The Greatest Lie Ever Told — Creation Theory

Before God created man…

godtouchingman…He did a whole bunch of really cool things.

For instance, did you know that He made day and night before the sun and moon? And before the planets were doing their spinning and rotating stuff that we believe gives us day and night.

Secondly, he made plants on the day before He made the sun. Now, I may be wrong here, but would the plants have survived so long without the sun if each day was a million years, or whatever the latest theory says? Bang goes the ‘each day is a long time and not 24 hours’ theory.

We need to reread Genesis 1 again with believing eyes, and not through Steven Hawking specs. After all, he isn’t as clever as some would have us believe. Yeah, he is so much more cleverer than I am, when it comes to math and science. But can he make banana chutney?

Thirdly, the oceans were placed perfectly in position BEFORE the moon was in the sky. Seriously, that is an important point. We have been told (well, I have), that if the moon were to be blown out of the sky (and my BFF believes that NASA has blasted holes in the dark side of the moon), the earth would not exist. This is due to the gravitational pull that the moon exerts on the sea and the earth. So, perhaps God got the order of His creation all wrong and had to hold thumbs for 24 hours (or a million years) just in case the earth disappeared before anyone could document its existence. Alternatively, the moon does not do what they claim it does. Also, and this confuses me a little, how come the earth did not spin off track into the great blue yonder, spraying the sea into the universe. If I remember my science lessons, the earth is part of an intricate system, and we cannot exist without the rotations and pathways of all the other planets (that were created after the sea and plants etc.).

Then God made me. Actually, he made my great forefather, Adam, and He moulded him from the same earth He created. And He said too Adam and Eve, “You guys keep multiplying until a woman named Dorothy arrives, you and the generations to follow you. Because I want a relationship with her.”

And, here I am. Furthermore, I have continued the trend of continuing the generations, and God wants a relationship with each one of those who follow after me. On days like today, I say that it doesn’t matter that I don’t understand string theory or astronomy or quantum physics. I understand the most important thing in the universe: God loves ME… and I love Him. By taking God out of creation, science is attempting to break my relationship with God. My relationship with the Almighty Creator begins in Genesis. I cannot believe anything about the cross if I am struggling with Genesis 1. And yeah, I will firmly state that God is not a liar. Read Genesis 1 and believe it. It means what it says.

PS: For something else really cool in the Bible, you may want to read my post It’s in the Bible #1: Hot babes and cold kings.



Science picks a fight with the Bible…

… and my own Declaration of Independence!

For most of my life I have been reading the Bible through science-tinted spectacles. I pondered things such as the possibility that creation took place over many, many years – not the six days mentioned in the Bible. Of course, Scripture can back that premise, as we are clearly told that a day is as a thousand years for the Lord, and a thousand years as a day (2 Peter 3:8 and Psalm 90:4). So perhaps the Bible actually means longer than a 24-hour day. After all, scientists have demonstrated that the earth is billions of years old. And scientists are pretty clever people.

Then came Stephen Hawking and his String Theory, and my worldview altered. We all know how clever he is (Sheldon Cooper says he is, and I will never argue with Sheldon Cooper). But his fellow scientists found a significant hole (black?) in his theory, and eventually Hawking conceded that he was wrong.Stephen-Hawking-Quotes-SciencePivot

This got me thinking. Hawking can get it wrong, which basically means that anyone can get something wrong. One scientist proposes a worldview, and the next one comes along and trashes it. Science has been trashing worldviews since it emerged as a discipline. Galileo, for instance, shouted some pretty heretical stuff from the rooftops: “Hey, everyone, the earth is NOT the center of the universe.” Some people were infuriated by this, especially the Roman Catholic Church, and he was grounded for the rest of his life.

Anyway, I think I may be approaching the point I’m trying to make.

Those of us who are not mathematically minded always bow to those who are. I’ll jump right in and correct the grammar of a scientific paper, but I glaze over when the page is filled with formulas and equations. You’re clever, so I trust that you know what you’re talking about. Because I don’t have a clue what those letters and squiggles mean.

Most of us have that problem: we leave the thinking to others because we can’t think in that scientific space. Give me Shakespeare, any day. That makes sense. He writes of love and envy and hatred and ambition and honor. These are understandable things.

Quarks, quantum, quasars? That’s Greek science to me.

At some point, we even let others decide what we will believe. If a clever scientist says evolution is a fact, then who am I – a distracted metaphor lover – to say they are wrong? If the battle is between the Bible and science, guess who wins. Usually it’s the clever men with their scientific calculators and oversized neuronal networks. So, those of us who profess to believe the Bible have to put on our funny-looking science specs and try and squeeze our Bibles into odd-shaped holes. We start reading it with a generous helping of d-o-u-b-t.

And we wonder why the Word of God loses its power.

Well, with Independence Day right behind us (Seriously? I live in South Africa!), I feel the urge to declare my own independence. My declaration reads something like this:

  1. I am not dumb, I just don’t get science. Most scientists don’t get grammar, so we’re even.
  2. Just because a scientist says something, doesn’t mean it’s true. And FYI, Sheldon Cooper does not even exist. (Hurts, doesn’t it?)sheldon cooper
  3. When the Bible says something, it is forever true.
  4. If you want to dispute something that is written in the Bible, you better offer a good explanation ALSO from the Bible – unless you can get God to send a fax. (So yeah, you better start reading your Bible).
  5. In cases of debate over any of the above points, number 3 is the final deciding factor.

Now that should alienate a few friends and family members. Which is probably a good thing, as I’m quite tired of trying to explain that it’s okay to believe what God says in His Word.

Do you believe what the Bible says? Really believe it is the Word of God?

(Next time… weird things in Genesis 1).



I wanna make lotsa munny, hunny.


Man, things have changed. I remember the days when I would pick up a Wilbur Smith novel, read the back cover, and then make the purchase decision. It was neat that I could see his bespectacled, slightly nerdy face on the book cover somewhere, and I was amazed that he always looked younger than I imagined him to be. (Okay, my secret is out – I used to read his books). But I would read the book, make a judgment, and then move on. I stopped reading his stories after his first wife died, and I am convinced that she was his primary inspiration. Since he remarried, his stories have lost their African heartbeat and seem to lean gently towards a high-pitched Asian mysticism. So I stopped reading his stories. It had nothing to do with his neglected Mail Chimp campaign or that he wasn’t on Facebook.


Then I discovered other writers, and my reading world underwent a big bang. That was somewhere in high school, before the advent of the internet and Facebook and Twitter etc. Wilbur Smith didn’t have a .com after his name and he sure as Bulawayo was in Rhodesia did not tweet. After all, he was (still is) a writer. There were book promotions which entailed going to bookstores and meeting people and talking on a radio program or two. But Wilbur Smith the marketing specialist and writing guru/mentor did not exist.

Fast-forward 30 years: writers have morphed into the new creatures that fill our Facebook pages and our email inboxes. These creatures were once writers but have undergone a strange metamorphosis. They can help you write, manage your time, lead others, teach you to blog, have a happy marriage, sell more books, remove a wart painlessly… All at a price, of course. Sadly, these authors are fiction giants who have sold millions of copies of brilliant books. They have entertained me and challenged me, and still live in my house – in crates and on shelves and on a piano and in small heaps on the floor, and will probably leave my house when I leave this world. When the children dump them onto an SPCA fundraising table somewhere.

I thought the .com thingy that writers acquired was so that readers could know a little more about their favourite writers. But the author page now sells writing courses, mentorship programs, Holy Water etc. I get it that the publishing industry is difficult, but if best selling authors have to start moonlighting in order to a) sell their books or b) earn money some other way because selling gazillions of books does not adequately fund their New York Published life style, then why the heck do I want to be a writer, anyway?

It’s a little stale to state that it’s all about money. But perhaps it is. Money is numero uno and drives all sorts of decisions. Think about it: how many teens say they want to study for 7 years to become research scientists with fixed salaries that have to work 15 hours a day for that salary? Surely driving a Bentley and rapping about boodies and boobies for rappersgazillions of dollars and having sweaty boodies and boobies around you all day long is a better career option.

Many youngsters want to go into marketing because that’s where the money is, they’ll tell you. Ask them to explain what marketing is and you’re lucky if they don’t say something that includes a German car and holidays in Dubai.

We are brainwashed (deceived) into believing that money is important. We raise our financial needs by trying to live just like those we admire (how else do dumb endorsements of stupid products work?). If Wilbur Smith can go on safari for the largest portion of the year, the surely I can, too.

We judge the success of an art object by its monetary success. And we forget that art exists just so that it can be beautiful, challenging, emotive, horrifying or whatever else it is intended for. God makes Table Mountain and we string a cable car to take people to the top – at a price. Wanna go to a beach somewhere just so that you can watch the waves beat against the shore and really appreciate nature? Sorry, sucker. Pay up!

If Van Gogh had a choice, would he have opted for money in his life time or lasting fame (which he never experienced)? It’s a pointless question, but it does make a point (how circular is that?). If you want to earn a living from your writing, forget about writing. jacquesYou will just fall into the trap of trying to maximise your earnings from your writing.

Rather find a job that you can enjoy (sort of, anyway). Make sure that it doesn’t demand too much from you on a creative level (guess why I edit academic papers?). Decide that you want to write for the right reasons:

  1. you want to say something important in the best possible way
  2. your time spent writing is the best part of the day
  3. if 1) and 2) above do not apply, go to 4)
  4. You were never meant to write, so quit while you’re ahead and while they are still looking for marketers and rappers and pro-golfers and plumbers.

I’ll return to my intended point: writers must please write. Painters must paint. Do what you are supposed to be doing. Don’t maximise your income if it means you must minimise your artistic input and spend time in inane conversation with dull people who have nothing to do but sit on Facebook all day and like your posts. That is time wasted. Of course, this goes against everything you are told. But I am kicking against the system. Because I hate the system. It just doesn’t make sense. I think we are fooled into believing that a better website will sell more books, or stickier email campaigns that will snare an elephant on a trampoline will sell more books, or liking people’s yawn-fodder will sell more books. Crap!

Better writing will sell more books, writing more books will sell more books. When you stop thinking about selling and instead focus on writing, chances are you will improve your craft and you may even finish a book. At the clichéd end of the clichéd day, do what you want to do. You want to write? Knock yourself out. Nothing can stop you. It’s just writing. Whether it’s good or bad, it’s still just writing. You said you wanted to write, so write. Just be the best writer you can be.

However, if you want to be a NY bestselling author, you’re at the wrong blog. Go to the NY bestselling author sites and see what they have to say. They’ll promise you all sorts of free stuff and blah blah. Then they zap you with the real reason they’re your friend: they want to sell you something. And it’s probably not their latest novel, because they’re busy with other things right now, and it don’t include sweating over an empty sheet of paper.


Don’t buy my books, because I won’t buy yours just to return the favour. Don’t read my blogs in the hope that I will read yours and comment. Because I probably won’t. In fact, I’m hoping no one will read my blogs. I’d prefer this to be a place where I can vent without having to consider others and be held accountable. Besides, this blog is already way over the recommended length (500 words) so no one will read it. Oh, woe is me!

If you have read this far, your seriously need a life, or medication for your compulsive need to finish something you started. For the record, this is a blog and not a packet of biscuits. Only packets of biscuits have to be finished.

And writing your current book.




If it doesn’t work… uh, let’s try it again.

zim dollarZimbabwe’s currency woes are old news. When we complain of the rising price of tomato sauce and toilet paper, we actually have no idea what we’re moaning about. Not too long ago, three eggs cost one hundred billion Zim dollars (too many zeros, so we just write the words out in full). Then the Zimbabwe dollar became extinct and US dollars bought the eggs.

Now President Mugabe plans to resuscitate the failed currency, but it will be known as the ‘bond note’. And this is new news, as reported by Peta Thornycroft in The Telegragh. You can read the whole story here.