What is the observable evidence for Darwinian evolution

Gail E. Kennedy, PhD
Associate Professor, Anthropology, UCLA
“The problem with those who are unable to see evolution, i think, is that they don’t have imaginations.”


I started getting healthier without even trying to!

I have been getting healthier without even trying! I have taken medication for high blood pressure for years. In the past five months, my blood pressure went from sky high, even with medication, to normal! My doctor took me off my meds last Monday. My cholesterol was way over 200, and now it’s under 200 in the desirable range! So what changed?

I had been a vegetarian for 40 years, not eating any kind of animal, but I recently found out how badly laying hens and milk cows are treated, so five months ago I gave up eggs and milk too. I have since found out how healthy it is to eat this way! I heard about a documentary called “Forks Over Knives” a few weeks ago and watched it. It is chock full of medical doctors and it specifically is about the health benefits of what they call a “plant based diet”.

There is one line in the movie I especially liked: “If it walkedhoppedswamcrawled, slithered, had eyes, a Mama and a Daddon’t eat it.”

It was a big change for me when I gave up eggs and milk. But, I am finding a lot of great recipes online, so I am getting the hang of it. In the last five months, my only food craving is Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. The thing is, though, that I have so much more energy and endurance that it is worth it.

Forks Over Knives is available to watch both on Netflix and Hulu. Check out the trailer: 

My Christian Testimony – How I came to believe in God after many years as an agnostic

My Christian testimony

I was taught that life on earth came about by a process of time and chance from as far back as I can remember, so there was no need for a God in my philosophy. I never was positive there was no God, so I was never an atheist, but I was an agnostic for many years. But, I was curious why other people believed in God.

Over the years, I would ask people why they believed in God. I always got the same two answers: either “I’ve always believed in God” or “The Bible tells me so”. Neither of these explanations were compelling arguments for the existence of God as far as I was concerned.

Then, I asked some friends why they believed in God and they actually gave me reasons! They said that they knew that God existed because, according to them, the scientific evidence points to creation, and not evolution, and thus to a creator. Of course, I knew that they were ignorant, so I told them so.

But, they dared me to read a book. I fought it for months, but, I ended up deciding that it wouldn’t hurt to read a book.

They loaned me a book about fossils. The book didn’t really have anything different than I had always been taught over the years in science classes, natural history museums and television nature shows, but it used some logical arguments that I had never heard before.

It showed that the fossil record consists of separate and distinct types of animals with no blending in between as we are led to expect from the theory of evolution. The conclusion was that the basic types of animals were created by God and then genetic variation took off from there and developed the different types of animals within each group. For example, Collies, German Shepherds and St. Bernards are just different types of dogs, as are wolves, foxes, dingos and coyotes.

They loaned me another book about the origin of life, how complicated life is, and how difficult it would be for life to be a product of time and chance. Frankly, I got curious, and just felt like reading another book. I knew that these people had rocks in their head, so I wanted to laugh at the “evidence”. The next book explained that the fossil record was actually caused by a world-wide flood.

These books were written by scientists. This really surprised me because all my life I’d been told that evolution was “scientific” and creation was “religious”.

At some point into my reading, I stopped believing that evolution was supported by the scientific evidence. But, on the other hand, I still did not believe in God or creation, either. This was a very confusing period of time for me.

During this time, I started going to church. It’s a really long story, but I eventually came to believe all that nonsense! I totally came to believe that there is scientific evidence to support the Bible verse Genesis 1:1 “In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.” Nobody was more surprised that I was! So, finally, one day at church, I had the whole “born again” experience and accepted Jesus as my personal lord and savior.

Most of the people reading this, if you made it this far down, are gong to think I am bonkers, like I originally thought my friends were. That is OK by me. I totally know how whacked out it sounds.

But, I am such a sweet person, tee hee, that eventually you won’t mind that I have these crazy beliefs.

Check out this quote that was in a documentary called “Evolution Vs. God”:
Gail E. Kennedy,
PhD Associate Professor, Anthropology, UCLA
“The problem with those who are unable to see evolution, i think, is that they don’t have imaginations.”

Here is another documentary I saw recently. Real live scientists, with real live PhD’s from secular universities, made a documentary with scientific evidence that they say supports the need for a creator:
“Is Genesis History?”

Here is a blog I wrote about Dogs and Wolves….. and evolution…

I love animals but Not in a Sandwich – Here’s why I stopped eating them

In my first year of college, an English Composition assignment was to tell about a personal experience. I wrote about the events leading up to the day I quit eating animals one year earlier. On December 31, 2012, I quit eating eggs and milk, but that’s another story. Here’s my composition:

“Not in a sandwich”

I don’t eat animals. I used to, but there were several things leading up to the day I “officially” quit.

For instance, when I was a little girl, my grandpa used to fish. I remember very clearly one time when he and I were in the shed, and he was getting a big bullhead ready to be fixed for dinner. He cut off the tail, put his arm through to the mouth, and made it talk to me. That evening, I could not possibly eat that fish with whom I had made friends.

Another time, some friends of my mother went to Maine for a vacation, and sent a barrel of Maine lobster back to the neighborhood. My brother and I came home from school while our mother was still at work, and found a shopping bag on the kitchen table with two lobsters in it. We didn’t know what they were there for, so we just did the natural thing and played with them, and watched as they had races on the floor. When our mother finally came home, she put some water in a big pot and put it on the stove. When it was boiling, we found out what she was going to do, and we fought for our friends lives. But, we lost. They were plunged into the boiling water. They looked sadly upward with their claws reaching out to us, and my brother and I could hear them crying “Help me. Help me!” We looked on helplessly, knowing that there was nothing we could do. In any event, we knew that there was no way that anybody could make us eat our deceased friends.

Besides these personal relationships with future meals, I had many thoughts on the subject of eating animals. I knew that if I ever had an occasion to feast upon a bunny rabbit or a deer, or a duck, or a lamb, I couldn’t. They were just too cute. Aside from that, they were living beings, and that became more and more important to me. I began thinking that if I ate a cow, I might as well barbecue my cat, or my brother for that matter.

Finally, on March 4th 1972, a friend and I were at the beach. It was too cold to go swimming, so we watched the fish as we walked on the docks. They were so graceful, all changing directions at the same time…. Later, it was time to have some lunch. While we were in the restaurant waiting to order, I sat by the window and could see some fish jumping now and then out of the water. When we got the menu, I looked down at it and read “Fish”, looked out the window and saw fish, looked back at the menu, and ordered a grilled cheese sandwich. Right then at that moment, I vowed that never again would I eat the flesh of dead animals. It felt good to have made that decision.

I feel close to animals. I love animals, but not in a sandwich.

A baby cow

Way too cute to eat