"Suffer the little children!"

And they brought young children to him, that he should touch them, but his disciples rebuked those that brought them. But, when Jesus saw it, he was much displeased, and said unto them, "Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not, for such is the kingdom of God. Verily I say unto you, whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, he shall not enter therein."

And he took them up in his arms, put his hands upon them, and blessed them!

Sugarlump speaks!

A sweet word or two from the Sweetest Thing Living, also known as Sugarlump, in case you need a double dunk! Cake and ice cream for the soul, frosted and thick, and ready to be licked and licked! But, only after you eat your chicken soup! Oh, go ahead and take a bite, you can slurp the soup later. I won't tell on you. That would be evil.

Today's sweet assignment is to clear up this evil evolution confusion, once and for all. The Sweetest realizes the sour taste of this subject, and has gladly agreed to sprinkle a little sugar on it, for those who might still be a little distraught over the idea that they may have been born with a little ape in their brains. It could have just as well been a big ape, then where would you be? Now, others - the intellectual crowd - are more worried, and have taken to calling us "Great Apes," but to me that just sounds haughty, and more like a deperate cover story for a brazen inferiority complex, and breathless self-promotion. "A stretcher," Mark Twain would say. A phychiatrist would say, "Would you like to stretch out and talk about it?" But, that's not what Mark Twain would say.

OK then, any mention of our close family relationship with apes is gotta be a real slap in their faces, eh? I'm not talking about gorillas, they will have nothing to do with us, in the first place. More importantly, I highly recommend not slapping one in the face, for obvious reasons. Furthermore, I'm not going to include orangutans either, they will slap you in the face first, at the mere mention of being related to them. To save face, and medicine and doctors bills, and stuff like that, I like chimpanzees better. A further advantage is that chimpanzee sounds a lot like Japanese and Italian at the same time, and I always figured if I had to be related to apes, it would be those who could speak more than one language. I didn't just fall out of a swinging branch, I want you to know. Que hombre tan raro!

Still, I'm tearfully confident that the bulk of the taxonomic super family is overjoyed to hear the newly old or the oldly-new news about how we may not be so closely related to them, afterall. Does that mean I'm not great anymore? Never mind.

So, exactly what is the point? Well, I don't know about you, but I'd be rather embarrassed to have any ape know that I couldn't find my way through a jungle without the help of a rifle, ax, compass, canned beans, pain killers, maps, army boots, and a note from my mother pinned on my shirt, asking Mr. Ape if he'd be kind enough to direct her son safely home, should he lose his way. Please. I know I would remember something.

Does this guy look like an ape to you? Cause that sure does look like a tree! Well, ape or not, he looks kinda tough and serious. Please don't slap him.

Where were we? Oh, yeah, The Sweetest can't fathom why we just don't give the poor apes a break, and quit pretending that we only parted ways with them because we preferred to pay rent, and work our apes off, instead of sleeping in the trees for free, and hanging around doing nothing all day long. Again, I'm not representing gorillas, they don't sleep in trees and they don't pay rent either. And, as long as you don't slap one in the face, they consider it a profit to be absolved from the debate. Remember, as well, I'm not including Orangutans, who will kick your butt on sight, and steal your woman.

Seriously, if I must, I have little concern about evolution one way or the other, and like my gorilla friends - at least the ones I don't owe bananas to - I'm thoroughly bored by it, and would rather just take a nap. Still, when I am awake, and going against all ape wisdom, I am amused to think that evolutions stick their noses in the air, or in the dirt, and pretend to have discovered the truth of life, but not the truth of its meaning. And, when I say evolutionists, I mean, of course, the entire lot of specialists, scientific or not, who endlessly debate and disagree, and change their minds on this subject. But, didn't God already say we came from dust? Yes, I'm sure of it. And, He said something about a mist rising from the earth, so that takes care of the water problem, if one must split hairs. So, what was ever the new news? I can't speak for apes, but I come from the world of journalism - where I admit that you might find a gorilla or two, but never an ape - and I'd say that Darwin's long press release is gaining on page 20.

Please listen to reason, all my sweet friends and dear Watsons out there. It's all very elementary. Even if evolution equaled the absolute, undeniable, unbridled truth of how we got to be who we are, it will "never" answer the question of "why?" we got to be who we are. We can't leave it to science to fill in the blanks, because science isn't in the business of answering existential questions. Put briefly, science is in the business of observation and experimentation of all physical matter, no more, and certainly no less. Science is a good thing, used wisely, but it hasn't answered a single question about "why" we became to be.

You might very well find some scientists in agreement with evolutionists, but you will never find even one - in either or any group - who can tell you why we are here. Not one. Now, they have labored hard at it, and that's to be admired, but some long years have passed by since the project was first begun, and we are really not at a point an inch beyond where and when the question was first asked, by a man, to a man. It's a question beyond men, and science, and evolutionary theory, and will remain so, as it has remained so since the dawn of man. Shouldn't it be "The Dawn of Apes?" Perhaps it is and has been, and should be. Little wonder why orangutans like to slap us around.

To grasp the truth of this statement (not the one about the orangutans), is to grasp the "admitted" limitations of science and evolutionary theory. It's the first positive step in expanding your thought life, to finally include the acknowledgement of your soul and spirit, and not just for causal conversation, over a glass of wine or pretentious textbook. You may act like an ape sometimes, slap the wrong person (not gorilla!) with an unkind word or deed on occasion, or perhaps swing through the trees of poor decisions, but don't fool yourself into thinking that your are only the mere sum of your body parts, and that other thing that lives inside of you should be pshawed. This takes intellectual courage and curiosity, packs a serious punch, and demands a challenge from every fiber in your brain, and no ape dung is included, the Sweetest promises you.

And, be on alert if an evolutionist suggests to you that your final bliss is to evolve into a perfect creature, oozing with love, because such a suggestion is the equivalent of saying one should strive to be like God! Or Gods! You remember how this God-thing has worked its way into an image of pure love and goodness, even with the secular crowd, right? Right? Well, then this idea sounds downright suspicious to me, because if there is no God, why would I try to evolve into one, or into something like one? Is there a turnip truck for sale here?

We turn to the evolutionist for the answer and he doesn't know, and can't say, other than, "Possibly someday!" We turn to the scientist for the answer and he doesn't know, and can't say, other than, "Possibly someday!"

But the Sweetest is here to tell you that there is really good news, and it's today! Hey to Goober! Hey to Andy! The Bible knows why and tells us why; then invites us to partake in the "Why," and then further asks us "Why?" we won't accept a reasonable, beautifully written, credible, intellectual, spiritual, hopeful, wise, and promise filled book, gushing with all the things we would desire to evolve into. At the very least my sweet friends, this is worth a challenging second thought.

God offers his personal invitation to you in Isaiah, Chapter 55. It is very sweet on the ears and the soul, and it kisses you gently with the explaination of the "Why?" And, it's funny too, part of one sentence reads, "And let your soul delight in fatness." I'm for that! Who can turn down a fat soul? I can't turn down a fat cookie! Must run now, but I'll reappear as dust on your desktop or lap soon, just to sweeten you up a little. Fighting evil is my real business, and business is good.

Oh, sweet friends, you can contact the Evil Fighters on our "Evil Conquered" page. Where else? "Peace be unto you." Jesus said that. But, not Mark Twain. Well, he may have said it, I don't know for sure. But, Jesus said it, and that I know for sure.