From time to time, I read online that I’m a young-earth creationist. This is helpful to me, because, had I been left to my own resources on that topic, I would have assumed that I’ve never been one. I can’t recall a time when I thought that the Earth was only a few thousand years old or denied the existence of dinosaurs. In fact, one of my childhood dreams was to become a paleontologist. (Plainly, all of this just goes to show the limitations of memory.)
More than once, I’ve been confronted (rather oddly) by a critic who demanded to know how old I thought the Earth was, and I’ve responded “About 4.5 billion years.” On one memorable occasion, my questioner fired back that I was lying. And he was probably right, though I do think that he might have left room for the possibility that I might be sincerely self-deceived. After all, who would know my thinking better than a hostile stranger? Certainly I wouldn’t know it.
Anyway, two of my favorite places in Utah Valley are these:
I recommend both of them.
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