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Defending God’s carbon footprint
Want clean air and water? Well, you’re probably going to hell. While many Christian evangelicals have embraced the environmental cause, the Cornwall Alliance for the Stewardship of Creation, headquartered in Burke, Virginia, refuses to throw in with what it calls the Cult of the Green Dragon. In a promotional video for the group, reports The Tennessean, Christian radio host Janet Parshall says the Green Dragon is “deadly to human prosperity, deadly to human life, deadly to human freedom. And deadly to the gospel of Jesus Christ.” So, put that in your filtered water.
The Cornwall folks contend Christians who buy into the “radical” environmental movement — especially the belief in global warming — worship creation instead of God and elevate mere critters to the level of godly humans. Recently demonized by the group was CNN founder Ted Turner, who in one of his over-the-top moments at a climate change conference urged governments around the world to join China in adopting a one-child-only policy to protect the environment. “I think that is a threat to basic human liberties and human rights,” Cornwall spokesman E. Calvin Beisner told The Tennessean.
The Tennessean article drew a lot of response. One reader wrote, “I had to check the calendar to make sure it is 2011 — not 1611. Apparently, some evangelicals are basically saying it is a sin to be green.”
The debate could be moot because … Harold Camping, leader of the Family Radio Worldwide ministry based in Oakland, California, has calculated the world will end May 21, 2011. Allison Warden of Raleigh, North Carolina, is among those who have been helping organize a campaign using billboards, postcards and other media in cities across the United States through a website called We Can Know, according to the Richmond Times-Dispatch. For those not beamed up on May 21, 2011, there’s still December 21, 2012, the end date adopted by believers in the ancient Mayan calendar and fans of John Cusack.
But, wait, there’s hope … Kentucky’s Democratic Governor Steve Beshear recently announced northern Kentucky will be the site of Noah’s Ark — well, a replica anyway. The religious-themed amusement park is being developed by Ark Encounter LLC in partnership with Answers in Genesis, which, according to Lex18.com, is “widely known for its high-tech and popular Creation Museum in Petersburg, Kentucky.” The building of Noah’s Ark will create 900 new jobs, according to Time magazine. But, according to care2.com, the park’s developers are seeking close to $40 million in state tourism development incentives, which has some Kentuckians wondering about the financially strapped state’s priorities. Our main question: How big will this sucker be? So we Googled Genesis 6:15 and found this, King James Version-wise: “The length of the ark shall be three hundred cubits, the breadth of it fifty cubits, and the height of it thirty cubits.” There is some uncertainty about how big a “cubit” is. Apparently the original Hebrew texts are vague on the issue, as they are about exactly what “gopher wood” is. According to Wikipedia, “The Egyptian hieroglyph for the unit shows the symbol of a forearm, but it was rather longer than any actual forearms.” Eventually, someone somewhere decided a standard cubit is 18 inches or about 45 centimeters The New Living Translation puts everything in plain English, “Make the boat 450 feet long, 75 feet wide, and 45 feet high.” And, one assumes, make two of every living creature a lot smaller than that.
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