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My day at the Creation Museum
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 I spent Fathers Day at the Creation Museum in Kentucky, just outside of Cincinnati. The museum is filled with many animated, life-size dinosaurs accompanied by exhibits explaining how the theory of evolution is wrong, the Bible is right, and the dinosaurs lived here quite recently. There are zip-line adventures through the lovely grounds, an ambitious petting zoo, and lots of shows. It is a children’s museum. The museum has nice pizza, movies with impressive special effects, and a cool array of zip-line adventures. I heard the same conversation everywhere as parents explained to their kids, “your teachers lie to you” and “don’t believe what they tell you in school.” 

Cave-kids play alongside the dinosaurs in one exhibit, much like The Flintstones. It was explained that in the beginning, animals were all vegetarians and everyone got along with the nice animals. It was only after Eve ate the forbidden fruit (depicted as berries) that the dinosaurs and other animals starting eating meat and getting surly.

Many of the exhibits are organized as rebuttals to science, contrasting man’s “theories” with God’s truth, and offering alternative explanations to rebut popular misconceptions – like the notion that Earth’s geology formed over millions of years, or that canyons are carved out by rivers. One recurring theme is the refutation of the scientific method, since the Bible gives us the truth as a starting point and the truth is not to be refuted. We learned that “natural selection” is OK, but “evolution” is wrong, a distinction that seems to be very important.

A typical display shows “Man’s Word” or science on the left, and “God’s Word,” refuting the science on the right. A large space is devoted to the mechanics of Noah’s Ark, with descriptions of how the animals all fit into the ark and how they were probably cared for and fed while on the ark (for example, all the animals were likely young, so they would be small and easy to manage). There was a giant replica of a portion of the ark, with talking, animatronic Bible characters. Methuselah was especially chatty. There were exhibits on how long these characters lived and how Adam and Eve’s children had sex with each other, and why that was no problem. Different times. The museum also had a nice looking mural of the Skopes Monkey Trial from 1925 – the good old days when the government in Tennessee understood that evolution was a sham. 

An interesting part of the museum was styled to look like an urban ghetto, with graffiti on brick walls; a heading on the entryway says “Scripture Abandoned in the Culture Leads to Relative Morality, Hopelessness and Meaninglessness.” Much like the attendees at the museum, the urban area featured no minorities. Peering through the broken windows on a blighted building there were videos of middle class white folks doing terrible things, like discussing how they were considering having an abortion. This was the chamber of horrors for the Creation Museum.

My math teacher wife tells me that her science teacher colleagues in Nashville get lots of blowback from students who call them liars. She said the museum made her sad. 

There was a big sign on the front door of the museum warning that anyone who acts disrespectfully, or who wears a t-shirt with a disrespectful message, will be kicked out. The Creation Museum is no place to argue. The docents seem hardened by many encounters with disrespectful visitors in the past; they have a stern attitude until they discern that the person they are talking to isn’t arguing, then they open up and are quite friendly. I didn’t try getting on their wrong side.

Kids love dinosaurs. At the Creation Museum dinosaurs “introduce kids to God and science.” The museum hosts Summer science camps for kids, where “Science meets Truth,” encouraging kids to enter STEM careers. 

God help us.

Daryl Cagle’s cartoons and columns are syndicated to over eight hundred newspapers, including the paper you are reading now. Visit Daryl’s site at DarylCagle.com