A theory can line up with parts of the Bible and still not be a theory the Bible actually teaches. That difference matters whenever Christians attempt to connect Scripture with astronomy, geology, or paleontology. A familiar pattern shows up repeatedly in modern discussions of Genesis. A reader grants the standard scientific chronology at the front end: billions of years for the universe, billions of years for Earth, and vast epochs of biological history long before humanity appears. Turning then to Genesis 1, the operative question becomes where that chronology can be placed.

Some bands are made for those moments when nobody has anywhere important to be. Friends sitting around, a few beers, a card game, somebody telling stories, and great music playing in the background. For me, 38 Special has always been one of those bands. Their combination of Southern rock, blues, memorable guitar riffs, and voices that seem to settle right into your soul made them a favorite. But their music also takes me back to my early days as a singer, a wonderful vocal coach named Susan Steele, and a garage band that helped me discover what it meant to truly own my voice.

Three claims get merged in almost every argument from evil. "I do not see God." "I cannot explain why God permits this." "There is no God." The first two are reports about the speaker. Only the third is a claim about reality, and only the third carries a burden of proof. This article follows a recent exchange with an atheist and the replies it drew. It sorts the arguments into what each one establishes and what it does not.

When a theory fits the Bible, does that mean the Bible teaches it? Imagine walking into a room and finding a thousand puzzle pieces scattered across a table. You begin fitting them together. Some pieces clearly belong because of their shape or color. After a while, you have several sections of a picture. Eventually you may have assembled most of it. But when you finish, one question remains: how do you know you have the right picture? The usual answer is simple. You look at the picture on the box.

Every October, the monsters come out to play, and nobody knows how to welcome us into a nightmare quite like Alice Cooper. For more than five decades, he's been rock's favorite theatrical troublemaker, frightening parents, thrilling audiences, and reinventing his sound without surrendering his identity. But my Alice Cooper story didn't begin with snakes, guillotines, or horror. It began with a borrowed 45, a science-fiction-loving little girl, and a song about clones who just wanted to be themselves. This Halloween, we're going behind the makeup to celebrate the music, the man, and the extraordinary freedom of being different.

Here's a question I keep running into. Someone tells me they don't believe in God because "there's no evidence." I ask what evidence would change their mind. Most of the time, I don't get an answer. I get a book list instead. That's worth stopping on, because it happens on every side of this argument, mine included. We all carry around a stack of books and thinkers we trust. The question is whether we're honest about that, or whether we pretend our stack is "just the facts" while everyone else's stack is "just belief."

Why a theory can fit the Bible without being taught by the Bible Imagine walking into your kitchen and finding a broken glass on the floor with water spread across the tile. Your mind immediately starts building a story. Maybe the cat jumped onto the counter, knocked the glass down, and ran away. That story may fit every fact you can see, but the broken glass does not prove the cat did it. Someone else may have dropped it, or the glass may have fallen for another reason.

Sometimes music sends me searching. I hear a guitar player, a voice, a strange arrangement, and suddenly I'm off trying to figure out who made that sound and where they came from. Rick Springfield was different. I didn't have to search for him. In the early '80s, he was simply there: on the radio, on General Hospital, on my bedroom wall and eventually on a concert stage in front of me. Then, more than forty years later, four words sung during a completely unrelated meeting brought all of it rushing back. Funny how music does that. And even funnier what happens when the woman you are today starts listening to the songs the girl you were once loved.

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Some bands give you songs. Some bands teach you how to hear music differently. Blood, Sweat & Tears came into my childhood through my brother David, but somewhere between those glorious horn arrangements and David Clayton-Thomas’s powerful, wonderfully textured voice, Little Angel was getting a singing lesson without knowing it. Years later, when my own band rearranged “God Bless the Child” around my voice, I finally understood what I had learned: a great cover isn’t about reproducing someone else’s recording. It’s about discovering what a song sounds like when it becomes yours. This is the story of the band that taught me about voice, interpretation, arrangement, and one of the greatest freedoms a singer can discover.

Two brothers. Two Flying Vs. Two very different roads to Guitar God. I first heard Michael Schenker’s music before I even knew his name, while Rudolf Schenker entered my life through Scorpions and eventually became someone I had the privilege of meeting. From UFO and MSG to the riffs and relentless drive of Scorpions, the Schenker brothers show us two very different ways a guitarist can leave a mark on rock ’n’ roll. Decades later, the brothers who took separate journeys are still wielding their axes, influencing musicians, and proving one wonderful thing: Guitar Gods don’t have an expiration date.

Someone posted online that religious leaders are hiding a huge secret: that you're secretly a god, and the universe is a kind of hologram, and you're the "still point" holding it together. They backed this up with: A computer program with real, correct math in it (using things called quaternions, which are a real type of number system used in video games and robotics).

A response to S. C. Sayles on The Gates of Awakening This piece responds to S. C. Sayles' review, "A Logos-Centred Critique of The Gates of Awakening." I have not seen the original paper by Erydir Ceisiwr and Lumos Aureon. What I say about it is limited to what Sayles reports.

I joined the Air Force right out of High School. I wore the Security Police badge from 1981 to 1992. I stood posts on flight lines and trained on installations across the United States. I lived at Kunsan Air Base in Korea for more than a year and at Shaw Air Force Base for ten years. I also served in Jordan and Egypt, and deployed to the United Arab Emirates during the Gulf War. I drank the water where I was assigned. I never thought about it, and neither did anyone I served with.

I thought I discovered the J. Geils Band when “Centerfold” exploded across MTV. Instead, I had walked into the middle of a story that had been unfolding for years. Digging backward through Love Stinks, older songs, live albums, radio, and finally seeing them onstage taught me just how deep this band went. But Freeze-Frame also raises a bittersweet question: What happens when the breakthrough you've spent years chasing changes what everyone expects you to be? This is about a band that survived the climb, reached the summit, and discovered that success could be its own kind of struggle.

"Get on the Stage" Hasan Piker, the Democratic Party, and the Public Safety Question Its Leaders Won't Answer I was watching another Dave Rubin reaction video on the Democratic Party, and it reminded me why I chose freedom and love of America over the plantation known as the Democratic Party. Here is Hasan Piker, in his own words: "I want Chinese style communism to happen inside of the Democratic Party right now. Okay? I want to do cultural revolution." "We're doing a struggle session. Chuck Schumer, get on the cuck stage."

My brother Ric once looked at Little Angel, put a Cheap Trick record on the turntable, and said, “You need to hear this.” I responded by running up the stairs while he chased me playing air guitar. Years later, after Ric was gone, his monster stereo and record collection came home, and Dream Police was waiting for me. This time, I didn’t run. I listened. What began as a favorite memory of my big brother became a journey into Cheap Trick, “Surrender,” and one of my earliest realizations that a band could have something all its own: a sound.

In an Academia.edu post, Lumos Aureon claims religious leaders have hidden your “divine decreed sovereignty.” The post says you are an immortal observer inside a holographic universe. Its proof arrives in a rush: the UN flag, Mount Hermon, 33 vertebrae, Freemasonry, ancient sages, and a papal mitre. That rush is the method. Before one link can be checked, ten more appear.

Chicago was already a rock ’n’ roll giant when a hauntingly beautiful voice began pulling the band somewhere unexpected. I first heard that voice as a little girl with a 45 of “If You Leave Me Now,” a song I loved enough to take to school...and got teased for loving. Years later, the sound that had been called “wussy” would help power one of the most remarkable reinventions in rock history. This is about the Chicago that came before, the Peter Cetera who had been there all along, and what it felt like for Gen X to hear the room change while we were standing in it.