Evolution Cruncher Chapter 24
evolution could never invent
1 - FACTS
WHICH CANNOT BE DENIED
It is commonly
said that evolution and Creation are both theories. A "theory"
has no definite proof in its support, only some evidence favoring it. In
this book, we have found that evolution has no evidence supporting it
and a ton of facts which destroy it.
But Creation is
different. It has a mammoth number of facts from the natural world
supporting it. And those facts do not fit any other possible
what the evolutionists may claim, Creation is not a theory; it is a
proven scientific fact.
To fill space
at the end of the chapters in this book, a sampling of facts from the
natural world have been included; each of which could only be explained
by Creation. (They are all listed on the top of page 916.)
Here are three
more. As you read them, be open-minded and think. Accept the reality of
the situation. Our world was made by a super-powerful, massively
intelligent Creator. The world did not make itself.
OF A WORKER BEE
eyes able to analyze polarized light for navigation and flower
recognition. (2) Three additional eyes for navigation. (3) Two antennae
for smell and touch. (4) Grooves on front legs to clean antennae. (5)
Tube-like proboscis to suck in nectar and water. When not in use, it
curls back under the head. (6) Two jars (mandibles) to hold, crush, and
form wax. (7) Honey tank for temporary storage of nectar. (8) Enzymes in
honey tank which will ultimately change that nectar into honey. (9)
Glands in abdomen produce beeswax, which is secreted as scales on rear
body. (10) Five segmented legs which can turn in any needed direction.
(11) Pronged claws, on each foot, to cling to flowers. (12) Glands in
head make royal jelly. (13) Glands in body make glue. (14) Hairs on
head, thorax, and legs to collect pollen. (15) Pollen baskets on rear
legs to collect pollen. (16) Several different structures to collect
pollen. (17) Spurs to pack it down. (18) Row of hooks on trailing edges
of front wings, which, hooking to rear wings in flight, provide better
flying power. (19) Barbed poison sting, to defend the bee and the hive.
(20) An enormous library of inherited knowledge regarding: how to grow
up; make hives and cells; nurse infants; aid queen bee; analyze, locate,
and impart information on how to find the flowers; navigate by polarized
and other light; collect materials in the field; guard the hive; detect
and overcome enemies;—and lots more!
How can a
honeycomb have walls which are only 1/350th an inch [.007 cm] thick, yet
be able to support 30 times their own weight?
How can a
strong, healthy colony have 50,000 to 60,000 bees—yet all are able to
work together at a great variety of tasks without any instructors or
How can a
honeybee identify a flavor as sweet, sour, salty, or bitter? How can it
correctly identify a flower species and only visit that species on each
trip into the field—while passing up tasty opportunities of other
species that it finds en route?
mysteries and more are found in the life of the bee. A honeybee averages
14 miles [25.5 km] per hour in flight, yet collects enough nectar in its
lifetime to make about 1/10th of a pound [.045kg] of honey. In order to
make a pound of honey, a bee living close to clover fields would have to
travel 13,000 miles [20,920 km], or 4 times the distance from New York
City to San Francisco!
With all this
high-tech equipment on each bee, surely it must have taken countless
ages for the little bee to evolve every part of it. Yet, not long ago, a
very ancient bee was found encased in amber. Analyzing it, scientists
decided that, although it dated back to the beginning of flowering
plants, it was just like modern bees! So, as far back in the past as we
can go, we find that bees are just like bees today!
random, we will select one of several hundred examples we could cite.
The South American
false-eyed frog is an interesting creature. Generally about 3 inches
[7.62 cm] long, it is brown, black, blue, gray, and white! Drops of each
color are on its skin, and it can suddenly change from one of these
colors to the others, simply by masking out certain color spots.
The change-color effect
that this frog regularly produces is totally amazing, and completely
unexplainable by any kind of evolutionary theory.
The frog will be sitting
in the jungle minding its own business, when an enemy, such as a snake
or rat, will come along.
Instantly, that frog
will jump and turn around, so that its back is now facing the intruder.
In that same instance, the frog changed its colors!
Now the enemy sees a big
head, nose, mouth, and two black and blues eyes!
All this looks so
real—with even a black pupil with a blue iris around it. Yet the frog
cannot see any of this, for the very highly intelligently designed
markings are on its back!
The normal sitting
position of this frog is head high and back low. But when the predator
comes, he quickly turns around, so his back faces the predator! In
addition, the frog puts his head low to the ground and his hind parts
high. In this position, to the enemy viewing him, he appears to be a
large rat’s head! In just the right location is that face and eyes
staring at you!
The frog’s hind legs
are tucked away together underneath his eyes—and they look like a
large mouth! As he moves his hind legs, the mouth appears to move! The
part of the frog’s body that once was a tadpole’s snail—now looks
like a perfectly formed nose, and it is just at the right location!
To the side of the fake
face, there appear long claws! These are the frog’s toes! As the frog
tucks his legs to the sides of his body, he purposely lifts up two toes
from each hind foot—and curls them out, so they will look like a
couple of weird hooks.
And the frog does all
this in one second!
At this, the predator
leaves, feeling quite defeated. But that which it left behind is a
tasty, defenseless, weak frog which can turn around quickly, but cannot
hop away very fast.
The frog will never see
that face on itself, so it did not put the face there. Someone very
intelligent put that face there! And the face was put there by being
programmed into its genes.
Well, there it is. And
it is truly incredible.
How could that small,
ignorant frog, with hardly enough brains to cover your little fingernail
Could that frog possibly
be intelligent enough to draw a portrait on the ground beneath it? No,
it could not. Could it do it in living color? No!
Then how could it do it
on its own back?
There is no human being
in the world smart enough—unaided and without mirrors—to draw
anything worthwhile on his own back. How then could a frog do it?
It cannot see its back,
just as you cannot see yours. The task is an impossible one. And, to
make matters more impossible, it does it without hands! Could you,
unaided by devices or others, accurately draw a picture on your back?
No. Could you do it simply by making colors to emerge on the skin? A
thousand times, No.
frog"! This is the motion-picture frog! And the entire process
occurs on its back, where it will never see what is happening! And it
would not have the brains to design or prepare this full-color, action
pantomime even if it could see it.
Someone will comment
that frogs learn this by watching the backs of other frogs. But the
picture is only formed amid the desperate crisis of encountering an
enemy about to leap upon it. Only the enemy sees the picture; at no
other time is the picture formed.
All scientists will
agree that this frog does not do these things because of intelligence,
but as a result of coding within its DNA. How did that coding get there?
It requires intelligence to produce a code. Random codes are meaningless
and designs never arise though random activity. They require intelligent
planning. Genetic codes within living creatures are the most complicated
of humans to devise and fabricate.
The facts are clear. God
made that frog, and He made all other living creatures also. Only His
careful thought could produce and implant those codes and the physical
systems they call for.
There can be no other
THE PALOLO WORM
As our third and last
example, we will tell you about a lowly blind worm who lives all but a
few days of his life in the black depths of the ocean.
The palolo worm is as
incredible as many other creatures. Randomness could never produce this.
Neither natural selection (the proper name for it is "random
accidents") nor mutations could invent the palolo worm.
Palolo worms live in
coral reefs off the Samoan and Fijian Islands in the south Pacific.
Twice a year, with astounding regularity, half of this worm develops
into another animal with its own set of eyes, floats to the surface on
an exact two days in one or the other of two months in the year, and
Yet these worms live in
total darkness and isolation in coral holes deep within the ocean, have
no means of communicating with one another, nor of knowing time—not
even whether it is night or day! How can they know when it is time to
break apart for the spawning season? Here is the story of the Palolo
The palolo worm (Eunice
virdis) measures about 16 inches [41dm] long. It lives in billions
in the coral reefs of Fiji and Samoa in the Southwestern Pacific. The
head of an individual worm has several sensory tentacles and teeth in
its pharynx. Males are reddish-brown and females are bluish-green. These
worms go down into the deep coral atolls and riddle it with their tiny,
isolated tubes. They also borrow under rocks and into crevices. Once
settled into their homes, these creatures catch passing food—small
polyps—with their "tails" while their heads are buried
inside the coral or between rock.
The body of one of these
worms is divided into segments, like an earthworm’s body; and each
contains a set of the organs necessary for life. But reproductive glands
only develop in rear segments.
As the breeding season
nears, the "brain" of the little worm, inside the coral,
decides that the time has come for action. The back half of the palolo
worm alters drastically. Muscles and other internal organs in each
segment grow rapidly. Then the pololo worm partially backs out of its
tunnel and the outer half breaks off. By that time, the other half has
grown its own set of eyes! Once separated from the rest of the worm, the
broken-off half swims to the surface. (Down below in the coral, the
"other half" grows a new back half and continues on with
On reaching the surface,
the free-swimming halves break open; their eggs and sperm float in the
water; and fertilization occurs. The empty skins sink to the bottom,
devoured by fish as they go. Soon, free-swimming larvae develop and,
becoming full grown palolo worms, they sink deep into the ocean and
burrow into the reefs.
We have here a creature
which stays at home while sending off part of itself to a distant
location to produce offspring. That is astounding enough. But the most
amazing part is the clockwork involved in all this! The success of this
technique depends upon timing. If the worms are to achieve
cross-fertilization, they all must detach their hind parts
simultaneously. So all those worm segments are released at exactly the
same time each year!
Swarming occurs at
exactly the neap tides which occur in October and November. (Some of the
spawning occurs in October, but mostly in November.) It occurs at dawn
on the day before and the day on which the moon is in its last quarter.
Suddenly, all the
half-worms are released into the ocean. Swimming to the surface and
bursting open, the sea briefly becomes a writhing mass of billions of
worms and is milky with eggs and sperm.
The timing is exquisite.
People living in Samoa
and Fiji watch closely as these dates approach. When the worms come to
the surface, boats are sent out to catch vast numbers of them. They are
shared around; festivals are held, and the worms are eaten raw or
cooked. In Fiji, the Scarlet aloals and the seasea flowers
both bloom. This is the signal that the worms are about to rise to the
surface! Then, each morning, the nationals watch for the moon to be on
the horizon just as day breaks. Ten days after this—exactly ten
days—the palolo worms will spawn. The first swarm is called Mbalolo
lailai (little palolo), and the second is Mbalolo levu (large
palolo). On the island of Savaii, the swarming is predicted by the land
crabs. Exactly three days before the palolo worms come to the surface,
all the land crabs on the island mass migrate down to the sea to spawn.
islands, the nationals know to arise early on the right day. An hour or
so before dawn, some will begin wading in darkness, searching the water
with torches for evidence of what will begin within an hour. Even before
the night pales into dawn, green wriggling strings will begin to appear
in the black water. Flashlights reveal them, vertically wriggling upward
toward the surface. Shouts are raised; the palolo worms have been seen!
People who have been sleeping on the beaches awake. Gathering up their
nets, scoops, and pails, they wade out into the water. Dawn quickly
follows, and now the number of worms increases astronomically! Billions
of worms have risen and are floating on large expanses of the ocean’s
surface. The sea actually becomes curdled several inches deep with these
tiny creatures;—yet only a half hour before there were hardly any, and
absolutely none before that for nearly a year. The people ladle them
into buckets, as large fish swim in and excitedly take their share.
People and fish must
work fast; an hour before there were none,—and already the worms are
breaking to pieces! As their thin body walls rupture, the eggs and
sperms come out and give a milky hue to the blue-green ocean. Quickly,
the empty worm bodies fall downward into the ocean and disappear.
after the worms first appear, they are gone, —and only eggs and sperm
Scientists have tried to
figure out how the palolo worm calculates the time of spawning so
accurately. But there is just no answer. The worms cannot watch the
phases of the moon from their burrows. They are too far down in the
ocean to see light or darkness or note the flow of the tides. The only
solution appears to be some kind of internal "clock"!
But wait, how can that
be? An internal clock would require that the action be triggered every
365 days, but this cannot be; since the moon’s movements are not
synchronized with our day-night cycle, the movements of the sun, nor
with our calandar.
As a result, the
moon’s third quarter in October arrives ten or eleven days earlier
each year until it slips back a month.
Nor can it be that the
worms in their holes are somehow able to judge the phase of the moon by
the light; for they spawn whether the sky is clear or completely
Well then, it must be
that the worms send signals to each other through the water! But that
cannot be; for the palolo worms on the reefs of Samoa split apart at
exactly the same time as the worms at Fiji—which are 600 miles away!
If some kind of signal could indeed be sent over such a vast stretch of
ocean, it would take weeks to arrive.
Indeed, the timing
appears to have been pre-decided for the worm. There is no celestial or
oceanic logic to it. The Pacific palolo spawns at the beginning of the
third quarter in October or November; whereas the Atlantic palolo—near
Bermuda and the West Indies—also spawns at the third quarter, but
always in June or July instead of October! (Far away from both, a third
pololo worm also spawns yearly at the beginning of the third quarter in
October or November.)
At any rate, the
advantages are obvious. All the eggs and sperm are together for a few
hours, and a new generation is produced. Some other sedentary creatures
also reproduce within narrowed time limits. This includes oysters, sea
urchins, and a variety of other marine animals. But, with the exception
of the California coast grunion, none do it within such narrowed,
exacting time limits as the palolo worm.
Our Creator made the
honeybee, the portrait frog, the palolo worm—and everything else in
our world. May we acknowledge Him, honor Him, and serve Him all the days
of our life. He deserves our truest, our deepest worship and service;
for He is our Creator and our God.
in Europe have tried to eradicate the Bible and the knowledge of God
from the minds of the people as did the French infidel, Voltaire. The
Christian physician who attended Voltaire, during his last illness,
later wrote about the experience:
"When I compare the
death of a righteous man, which is like the close of a beautiful day,
with that of Voltaire, I see the difference between bright, serene
weather and a black thunderstorm. It was my lot that this man should die
under my hands. Often did I tell him the truth. ‘Yes, my friend,’ he
would often say to me, ‘you are the only one who has given me good
advice. Had I but followed it, I should not be in the horrible condition
in which I now am. I have swallowed nothing but smoke. I have
intoxicated myself with the incense that turned my head. You can do
nothing for me. Send me an insane doctor! Have compassion on me—I am
"I cannot think of
it without shuddering. As soon as he saw that all the means he had
employed to increase his strength had just the opposite effect, death
was constantly before his eyes. From this moment, madness took
possession of his soul. He expired under the torments of the
An American tourist, in
France, went to the hotelkeeper to pay his bill. The French hotelkeeper
said, "Don’t you want a receipt? You could be charged
twice." "Oh, no," replied the American, "if God
wills I will be back in a week. You can give me a receipt then."
wills," smiled the hotelkeeper, "do you still believe in
God?" "Why, yes," said the American, "don’t
you?" "No," said the hotelkeeper, "we have given
that up long ago."
the American, "well, on second, thought, I believe I’ll take
the receipt after all!"
It was over a century
ago, and a man and his nephew were traveling west through the Colorado
mountains. But they had lost their way, and finally came upon a cabin
among the trees. The country was still wild, and they were nervous when
they knocked on the door. Could they sleep for the night? they inquired.
As they prepared for
bed, they heard low mumbling words in the adjoining room where the
family (a husband, wife, and grown son) were. Almost in terror by now,
the two men feared for their lives. They were carrying considerable
money. What should they do? They only had one revolver.
After a time, they heard
the chairs move, a shuffling, and more low mumbling. This must be it! A
plot was afoot to kill them. With beads of sweat on his cold brow and
hands, the nephew crept softly to the door and peered through the
Coming back to the bed,
his entire demeanor was changed. "Everything is all right,"
he whispered, and explained what he saw. Immediately both fell
soundly asleep and did not awake until morning.
Through the keyhole the
young man had seen the family kneeling. They had read from the Bible,
pushed back their chairs, and were praying.
The two men knew they
had nothing to fear; they were in the home of genuine Christians.
" ‘Have you
studied Voltaire, Tom Paine, Robert Ingersoll, or any of those
fellows?’ asked a passenger as he stood by the captain at the wheel of
" ‘No,’ replied
" ‘Well, you
should. You can’t fairly turn down their argument until you have
thoroughly investigated for yourself,’ the passenger replied.
" ‘I’ve been
captain of this ship a long time,’ said the captain. ‘The charts
that I work with tell me the location of the deep water, so I can safely
guide the ship into port. When I first became a sea captain, I decided
that I would not investigate the rocks. The experience I’ve known
other chaps to have with the rocks has been sufficient warning for me.
" ‘Over the years
I’ve watched the lives of men who have read the Bible everyday and
loved God. Those were the men who had solid families, stayed away from
drink, and helped other people in the community.
" ‘And I’ve
also seen the others: the drunkards, drug addicts, criminals, and all
the rest. Those are the ones who have nothing to do with God and the
Bible, and who never attend church.
" ‘No, I’ve
made my decision; I stay away from the rocks. My mother taught me
the Bible when I was little, and I worship and serve the God of heaven
who made all things. I’m not a bit interested in anything that
Ingersoll, Voltaire, and Paine have to offer.’ "
The preacher was on the
street corner telling the passing crowds about Jesus Christ. A crowd had
gathered and was listening intently. Then a hoarse voice spoke up from
you’ve got it all wrong. Atheism is the answer to humanity’s
problems. People get into trouble and go crazy when they hear about
Christianity. Religion is bad for minds and ruins lives. Come on
now,—prove to me that Christianity is real, and I’ll be quiet.’
Everyone was interested
to see what would happen next.
The preacher held up his
hand for quiet, and then said this:
"Never did I hear
anyone state, ‘I was undone and an outcast, but I read Thomas
Paine’s Age of Reason and now I have been saved from the power
of sin.’ Never did I hear of one who declared, ‘I was in darkness
and despair and knew not where to turn, until I read Ingersoll’s Lectures,
and then found peace of heart and solutions to my problems.’
"Never did I hear
an atheist telling that his atheism had been the means by which he had
been set free from the bondage of liquor. Never did I learn of anyone
who conquered hard drugs by renouncing faith in God.
"But I have heard
many testify that, when as hopeless and helpless sinners, they had
turned in their great need to the Son of God and cast themselves upon
Him for forgiveness and enabling power to overcome sin—they were given
peace of heart and victory over enslaving sin!"
Then, turning to the
atheist, he said:
"Who starts the
orphanages, the city missions, and the work among the poor? It is the
Christians. Who owns and operates the taverns, and manufactures the
liquor sold in them? It is the atheists. Who risk their lives to help
poor people in mission fields all over the world? It is the Christians.
Who runs the abortion mills and the houses of prostitution? It is the
atheists. Who are the most solid, kindly, industrious people in the
nation? It is the Christians. Who operates the gambling halls and the
crime syndicates? It is the atheists.
"Who are the swindlers, bank
robbers, and embezzlers? It is the atheists. Who helps men put away
their sins, live to bless others, and prepares men for death and
eternity? It is the Christians
COULD NOT DO THIS
Although only an inch long, the
female trap-door spider builds her own home, wallpapers it, and then
makes a high-quality door and latch. It is such a tight-fitting job,
from the outside you cannot see what she has done! After digging a
burrow six inches deep into soft ground, she lines the walls with silk.
Then she builds the front door. This is a circular lid about
three-quarters of an inch across. A silken hinge is placed on one end,
and gravel on the bottom. In this way, as soon as the lid is pulled
over, it falls shut by its own weight. The top part of the door looks
exactly like its surroundings. The bottom part is so carefully beveled,
you cannot see the door when it is shut. Who taught the trapdoor spider
to make such a nice little home?
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