The Simplest Life Isn’t Simple

We’ve been told for generations that life started simple and got complicated over billions of years. Single-celled organisms came first — basic, primitive, barely alive — and everything else built up from there.

The problem is, the “simple” end of life isn’t simple.

Consider the humble bacterium. Oxford’s Museum of Natural History calls bacteria “the simplest creatures we think of as being alive.” But here’s what science has actually found inside them:

They have motors. Literally. A flagellar motor spins a whiplike tail at incredible speeds to move the bacterium around. And they don’t just run at one speed — Indiana University researchers discovered a protein called EpsE that functions as a clutch, disengaging the motor so the bacterium can stop, start, speed up, and slow down. Just like a car.

They navigate. Caltech researchers describe the bacterial chemotaxis system as “the ‘brain’ of the bacteria” — because it senses chemicals, integrates multiple signals, compares the current environment to how it was moments ago, and steers accordingly. Some bacteria even synthesize magnetic iron nanoparticles that act as tiny compasses, letting them navigate by Earth’s magnetic field (reported in Nature).

They probe their environment. Bacteria release molecular probes beyond their cell surface — a process called “telesensing” — detect what comes back, and mount the right response. They don’t just react; they investigate.

This is what’s inside what we keep calling “simple” life.

Now here’s where it gets uncomfortable for the standard story. The oldest known fossils on the evolutionary timeline — dated at 3.46 billion years — are already bacteria with metabolic pathways essentially the same as modern prokaryotes. The decision-making, the navigation, the coordinated responses — they’re there from the beginning. There’s no fossil trail of “simpler” organisms gradually acquiring these capabilities. We’re told they must have existed. But we haven’t found them. The gap between “our model requires it” and “we actually found it” is the entire history of life.

None of this is controversial data. It’s published in Science, Nature, Proceedings of the Royal Society, and university press releases from Caltech, Indiana, and Oxford. The question isn’t whether these capabilities exist. The question is where they came from.

And it’s not just creationists asking. Denis Noble — Oxford professor, CBE, Fellow of the Royal Society, pioneer of systems biology, the man who built the first working computer model of the human heart — has said plainly: “Neo-Darwinism is dead.” He’s not alone. Over 90 credentialed scientists on the Third Way of Evolution website have serious objections to the modern synthesis. These aren’t creationists. These are evolutionists who think the standard model can’t explain what we’re now seeing.

How has the scientific establishment responded? A YouTube personality with a BA in chemistry called Noble a “clown” — 4.25 million subscribers watched. Forbes reported that Noble’s research “has enraged many of his peers” and that critics worry his work is “religion-adjacent.” A former editor of Nature noted that life scientists ignore “obvious natural properties of living systems like agency and purpose” because of the association with design.

Read that again: they’re ignoring what they can see because of where it might lead.

You don’t have to be a creationist to find that troubling. You just have to be honest.

A Blessing and a Curse

In my Bible reading, I’ve been taking a slower approach — two chapters a day — and I find that I retain much more than rushing through it just to say you read the Bible. In my reading for the day, I find Deuteronomy interesting. Moses is retelling the story of the people’s rebellion to the God that led them by the hand, through the sea, and not too long after that, they fell into rebellion.

We read about Israel’s rebellion and shake our heads. How could they turn away so soon? But we do the same thing. The same God who delivered them delivers us, and we wander off just as fast. The gods we chase today don’t have names like Baal or Asherah. They’re comfort, approval, control, self. Same rebellion. Fancier shrines.

Deuteronomy 11:26-28 — “See, I am setting before you today a blessing and a curse: the blessing, if you listen to the commandments of Yahweh your God, which I am commanding you today; and the curse, if you do not listen to the commandments of Yahweh your God, but turn aside from the way which I am commanding you today, by walking after other gods which you have not known.”

This was as true then as it is now. What are you doing with your life? What gods are you worshiping? If it is not Christ our Savior, it is to no avail. Seek the true and living God while there is still time.

The Grace of the Lord!

It has been a while since I have posted anything here and much has changed. We are once again living in Kansas. In what once was a garage/shop of my Brother-in-Law’s place. We built an apartment in part of that space and downsized ourselves into 386 square feet living space. And it has worked out for the best, for which we praise the Lord for his loving kindness. 

What you are looking at is the Lord’s grace. It is a chicken house, that I built for the McPherson ladies, who also live in this household. They have acquired many chickens and ducks. The Lord has allowed me to become a carpenter, again. He has not healed me, in the traditional sense, but enabled me. 

Back when we lived in Kansas, I had been a been a carpenter, among many other things, and I thought that ship had sailed over the horizon when we had moved back to Minnesota and been diagnosed with ALS.

I gave away all my tools and thought I had a early appointment with Jesus, but He had other plans. Which to me, is almost beyond my belief. We moved back to Kansas in May of 2023. Work on our apartment started in August and finished in August of 2024. A whole year for 386 square feet is, what it is. It’s done and we will move on from there. October of 2024, something happened which changed everything. I discovered that I could walk without a stick/cane.

I had been using a staff, a stick with elegance you might say. I have very little balance when standing. I sort of wave around unless I have something to hold on to. In October one evening, I was going to walk the dogs for last time before dark. As I headed out the driveway and I noticed I had no stick. And as I walked down the road, marveling at being able to walk and praising the Lord, I stopped to take a picture of one lone cloud. The glory of that sunset has remained in my mind. 

From there, I found that my interest in woodworking had started to return so I started to gather tools from eBay. The summer of 2025 found me with everything I needed to work with wood. Then the chickens and ducks started to show up, so I started to build what they need to live in. By the fall of this year, we had been accepted into the Presbyterian church, and we love going to Benton, Kansas, to worship our Lord at The Kirk of the Plains church. 

My Brother-in-Law also assigned me the task of building the chicken house. The month of October has been building this chicken house, in between rain and howling wind. And now with the end in sight, I will praise my Lord for his blessing, mercy and providence. None of this would be possible without His Grace.  To have the God of All, bless you, is humbling and exhilarating.

When I had the walls up and was thinking about how I was going to put the roof on and not really wanting to be on the roof… The Lord knows your thoughts before you know them; our beloved neighbors and friends, the Alquests, Alan and Sherry, saved the day by coming over and putting the roof on. And because the sheathing on the walls is basically wood chips embedded in glue, and will melt after too much rain, Alan said they had enough metal left over from their house build and would be pleased to get it out of their barn, another Grace from our Lord. Another beloved neighbor and friend, Steve Paul, also donated the red metal that has already been installed.

We are surrounded by neighbors who we love and that is another blessing from our Lord. Truly, His mercies are new every morning and have been. 

Now we are waiting for the howling wind to subside, 50 mph gusts for most of the day, to finish this building and the poultry and waterfowl can move in. 

Snow Day

We had been promised a snow storm for the last week or so. It finally showed up about 10AM. The image is of a Morning Dove that likes to perch on that branch in sunny weather. My wife always asks what kind of bird that is because it looks to her as being large enough wonder about it. It looked to me like this bird decided to sit this one out, by hunching its shoulders and scowling a lot.

It was snowing pretty good when I took the picture.

We had a Chickadee show for just a brief moment and that was about it for bird activity. I pretty much just drew the shades, hunched my shoulders and scowled.