
True Love Blog

Tuesday, September 08, 2026
God's genius or Man's?
Was ice cream in the wishes of the Creator? Did She have a hidden craving? Did God create ice cream or did Man?
Most of what we take for granted around us was not around us a couple of centuries back. God had to wait a long time if He wanted to sit down for a fudge-covered, vanilla stack.
A few things we probably wouldn't know how to live if we had them not. We are so used to them. Ice cream is mine.
But for everybody: toilet paper is high on the list. Pens themselves, with penned-up ink that doesn't spill or smear. Baseball? Well, some of us couldn't care less. Bottled water; costing as much as soda is a frightening development, since I was a kid, when they didn't sell water; a free liquid more expensive than gasoline, already a price hard to keep up with, must make God's heart congeal.
Talking on the telephone... how could previous civilizations get along without it? Your mind is probably ticking off other things I'm too slow to mention. Most of them, I bet, created in the past century.
Why do you ask, "Who made them?" Man did, starting with ice cream, though it took a woman, Nancy Johnson, to patent the first hand-cranked ice cream maker in 1843.
My ask is about... Could God, the Master Creator, have had these things in mind before we, the apprentice creators, concocted them? Were they God's subtle or Man's obvious genius? Or, as Jesus said, "I and the Father are one;" so, it was a joint effort.
Indeed, God gave us the fun part. God allowed Adam to name all the creatures He had made. Rhinoceros. Platypus. Red-bellied woodpecker. Dog.
Now that we figured that out, who designed the accordion? They should get a music engineering award. Should God get it or a man? Applause, as they both are welcomed to the stage. But, honestly, God demurs and lets him take the credit and the award. By the way, it was Cyrill Demian, an Austrian, in 1829.
9:17 AM Tuesday, September 8, 2026.



Highly Trained by my wife
Back in '82, I married into another country, another race, another language and culture, another way of doing things, simple things, like organizing kitchen shelves, tying shoes, shopping for bread, all different... when I married my beloved from Japan, Yoshi.
We were introduced by our favorite pastor but could not be more opposite, except our birth dates which shoulder each other. Our marriage turned out to be a blessing. I'm a pastor, an uncle, and a grandpa. Stick around, you might learn something from our boiling marriage stew.
