Covering my angst with the soothing wisdom from my mother's prayer journals

Evolution and a Never Changing God


My childhood friend, Ann Cocktale called a few days ago, and we had a long conversation. For a while we talked about current events, and as always, she made me think.

Ann is pretty sure that neither political party is as good as they say they are or as bad as their opposition claims them to be, but elected officials on both sides of the aisle are often too concerned with pleasing their respective parties rather than representing their districts as a whole.

At one point in our conversation my friend quipped, “Of course the members of the minority party seem like obstructionists, that’s the beauty of democracy.”

Ann isn’t discouraged nor has she become cynical. She feels that prayers carry more weight than votes, and has confidence in the next generation’s ability to sort it all out.

When she made that statement I replied, “You’re kidding, right?”

She laughed and said, “If ours did it so can theirs. Things are always evolving.”

Her comment reminded me of one of the first blogs I wrote which was about evolving as a wife and mother. I checked the thesaurus and noted some synonyms for evolution were progress, fruition and growth.

My point was that by evolving I became better at caring for myself and others. Ann’s belief is that every generation initiates or experiences change so they evolve. Since she is an optimist, she thinks that they become better people.

One of the science concepts I taught in first grade was “Living Things Grow and Change”, and those little first graders chewed on that piece of information for a whole week as we listed various living things that did indeed grow and change.

Recently a lesson in children’s choir assured them that God never changes. He is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow.

At first I thought this was a contradiction of the science concept until I realized that growing should lead to wisdom and some sort of completion, and God is and always has been perfectly complete so there is no need for Him to grow or change. His perfect completeness is what makes Him God.

While my friend and I are not especially comfortable with many of the changes happening in our world today, we’ve grown in our faith as we’ve seen our completely perfect God work things out in the past and believe that He will continue to “work everything out for good to those of us who love Him and are called according to His purpose.”

Personally, some of the most difficult things I experienced forced me to adapt to situations I had no control over and caused me to grow, change and become stronger and a little wiser.

Looking back I can see His hand orchestrating every nuance and movement in situations affecting everything from personal resources, world conflicts, careers and children.

Mother wrote in her journal, “God, who controls the sun, the galaxies, and the vast stretches beyond, also controls the rise and fall of nations.”
Our world has always been in turmoil which is exactly why God sent His only son to save us. That is the greatest blessing of all.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

Author: marymcleary

Grateful for so many things, especially the peace He gives and the opportunity to tell it to my kids, grandkids and anyone else who wants to listen. Many read my first book In My Mother's Words, and I have recently published my second book, Heart Whispers from the Old Testament. Both are the result of the prayer journals my mother gifted me her last Christmas. Those journals were full of the wisdom of a Faith Walker and had to be shared.

2 thoughts on “Evolution and a Never Changing God

  1. Agree completely. One constant in the history of humankind is the verse in Psalm, “Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord.” I’m fascinated with the human mind and all it’s gifts from God that can have irrevocable evidence of this fact and still use their free will to try to change the universe and its laws that sit in the palm of our Father’s hands. He made the laws but isn’t bound to them… That’s where miracles come into play for us. For the lost it’s called “unexplained phenomenon.” Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.


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