In Those Days

We assume we are the most intelligent, knowledgeable group of people ever on the earth, but we don’t know that for a fact. There is some compelling evidence that is not the case. The oldest book, the Bible, indicates that there was another group of people that lived much longer. Consequently this group of people had many more years to learn and were probably noticeably smarter than the present generation. These people were our ancestors. We see evidence of their existence, but we so want to hold on to the belief that we are this world’s best, that we prefer to believe that aliens must have come from another planet. What society really doesn’t want to believe is that there is a God, a God who is going to bring judgment on our world.

The world this advanced people lived in was a much more balanced and consistent world which didn’t have storms or earthquakes, but as is with us today, humans never seem to be happy with near perfect. We always want better, or at least different, we get bored with perfect. We talk about how bad our world is, how a good God would not let these things happen, and yet, the worse a situation is, the more we want to know about it, watch it, read about it, and if something really good happens, we tend to pay little attention. We invent games that get people hurt or killed, either in fact or in virtual reality.

In those days the average life span of a human was approximately 750 years. Not only did people live longer, they developed longer, which caused their learning years to be much longer. A girl at 18 was equivalent to our preteens. It makes sense that they were able to accumulate an incredible amount of knowledge. When a person got tired of what they were doing, they could simply go back to school and start a new career. These people probably would have planned for and studied at least three professions and kept up with all three. College most likely started about age twenty-five and lasted about twenty years.

What happened to those people? They became us. In spite of our technical toys, we have not evolved up, we have evolved down.

Did they try to “improve” us and are some of the genetic problems we see today because of that “improvement”?

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“But as the days of Noah were, so also will the coming of the Son of Man be.”

Matthew 24:37

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Several months after Sharon had made reporter, the Editor called her into his office and frowned to say “I don’t like this and it wasn’t my idea, but you're going to be working with the Owner of the paper's son. The Owner’s Son is bad news. Be careful, he'll turn on you and once he becomes your enemy, well, he’ll be a dangerous enemy forever."

"What’s this about?”

“I don’t really know, he just asked for you to assist him. When I made you a reporter, he asked why and I told him who your parents were. I said it before I thought about it. Sharon I may have put you in danger. Like I said, I don’t like it and I beg you to be careful. You can turn him down.”

“Thank you. I'll be careful, but I think I have to do this, it’s just too good an opportunity to turn down." Sharon walked back to her desk not quite sure how to feel about the situation.

"I’m going to be working with the Owner’s Son," she said to Cheerie.

"I've heard some bad things about him, but he always seemed real nice to me," Cheerie said.

Sharon was to spend the next few days just observing the Owner’s Son. She and he and a photographer went out early the next morning

He seemed really nice to her. As they were driving along he reached down and turned on the radio to the "Back To God" broadcast. Sharon was shocked. "You listen to that?"

"Yes, all the time." he smiled

"I know him, I'm planning on being on the boat," Sharon blurted out.

The Owner’s Son looked away for a moment to let a smirk pass then turned back to her, "Oh, you really believe in what he says?"

"Yes, do you?"

"I find it very interesting," he said, "I have money sent to him every month."

"You do, that's wonderful," Sharon was so excited to find someone else who believed. She was really beginning to like the man. He must be really misunderstood.