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#FreedomFriday How Day-Age Hurt Me

     I’m of the mind that God doesn’t lie to us—neither in His Word, nor in His creation. Which is why I’m of the mind that the days referenced in Genesis are something other than 24-hour periods. I think there’s ample context for the Hebrew word, yom, in Genesis translated as “day,” throughout the rest of the Old Testament to be used to indicate longer, or indefinite, time periods. To me it doesn’t matter if the days in Genesis are literal, or figurative. The absolute rock-bottom is that God did it. The how He did it pales in comparison: God spoke, and it happened! Fact is, the God we serve has never been in a hurry. Like His work of sanctification in us is a lifelong process, so I see a progressive creation. Like a master craftsman, He (though He didn’t need to) took His time. Looking ahead to our need for fossil fuels, He made sure there would be enough dead dinos for the oil we use. Look I see it this way, something happened to the earth when Satan was cast out—it was despoiled. God wasn’t surprised by this, but cast it all into His sovereign plan (not that I understand it all), remaking the earth in the process. If you’re thinking this sounds like the Gap Theory—bingo! You win the prize. You may not agree, but that’s how I see it. And if it helps me understand my faith, who are you to say differently? (Who among is worthy to unlatch the sandals of another?) The creation event, and its timing, is not a litmus test for orthodoxy. For me, it’s real simple—take light, for instance: God created light sometime during the creation event, it travels at a particular rate, and takes x amount of time to reach the earth. Astronomers tell us that the further we look into space, the further back in time we’re going. Far be it from me to tell someone they can’t follow Christ if they don’t believe in a literal six days. Far be it from you.
     You may think this is a tempest in a teapot, but it happened to me. I was once in a close confederation with three other brothers. We had a weekly study where we dropped the masks, got real. We had fellowship and accountability. At some point, I expressed the convictions I wrote of above—and was essentially shunned. My faith was called into question. I was dis-fellowshipped. We Evangelicals don’t have excommunication, but we do have that: the dis-fellowship. These dear mean felt they could no longer maintain accountability with me. No matter my protestations that I loved Jesus as much as they, they wouldn’t hear. Our group broke up. None of the relationships ever really recovered. Oh, there was cordiality, some sharing (individually), but we never regained the same level of trust—dare I say it—the level of manly intimacy we’d built. This hurt me immeasurably. I’m still trying to find that depth of relationship, and it’s been years. Which seems like an epoch, indeed—but here I stand, so help me God: I can do no other.
     Have you been hurt been by well-meaning folks in the church? Please share in the comments. Thanks, and God bless!