Dinosaur Museum Musings

 Finally, after living in Alberta for two months, I finally went on an adventure to see one of Alberta's exciting sites. With my grandparents and my aunt, we took a drive down to Drumheller to see the dinosaurs at the Royal Tyrrell museum, which might sound boring to some of you but it was utterly fascinating. Despite feeling the whole time like Ross Geller from Friends should be there to give a tour, the experience was amazing.

  As soon as we entered the first enormous chamber, with dimmed lights and towering dinosaur models, I was filled with the greatest sense of awe. With my trusty camera in hand, I drifted in a near daze from one item to the next. You always know dinosaurs were big creatures but only when you stand underneath their magnificent skeletons do you really get a sense of what they were like.

 The more I saw, the sense of awe was joined by a profound sense of sadness and loss. In a way, I felt like I was walking over the grave of a lost civilization, one that was grand and mighty long ago but has been dead and gone for a very long time now, with their bones put up on display for speculation. Somehow it just didn't seem fair and I started trying to work out in my head why on earth God would create and then destroy these magnificent creatures.

 My writer's mind began making up ideas such as "perhaps the dinosaurs were proud and arrogant and deserved to be wiped out" which is just silly because they were animals like any other animal and can't be like that. Still, I couldn't get past the question of Why; why was an entire species, not just one breed, created and then utterly wiped out? There had to be a point! God doesn't do anything without a reason.


 But as people near me talked about the dinosaurs and I read descriptions from scientists about what they had discovered, I thought about all the scientists who had become Christians while trying to prove their theories correct. I thought of the evidence dinosaurs give concerning the flood and many other things and how even now, people are still looking at the dinosaurs and asking questions. 

 Is that a good enough reason? The point of the dinosaurs was to be wiped out so that for years and years, people would look at their bones and ask questions that might lead them to know God? Might sound quite sad and depressing and yet how fantastic is that? Even after they're long gone, their existence is giving God glory! And that's why God does anything and lets things happen; it's all to bring Him glory.




 I have a lot of hopes and dreams for my existence. I'd love to become a published author and be world famous and have my name on a thousand books, entertaining the nations. Yet God could also call me to be obscure, live and die and have that "be it"; I need to keep on laying my dreams down before Him. I think of Christians all around the world who are dying for their faith and here I am sometimes being angry at God for the dreams He hasn't fulfilled. The dinosaurs didn't have a choice in their attitude towards things but I do. Could I be obedient to the point of death? I really don't know. Could you?