—Genesis 1:26 Sixty-five Million Years AgoCommunity Sanctuary “This was my father’s office,” the reverend said, sitting behind the desk, leaning back in a dirty executive chair. A thick layer of dust covered the desk, bookcases, side chairs, desk, and table lamp. Upholstered in cracked green leather, the chairs were a set. Nick sat in one, looking up high on the wall behind the reverend, where cracked stained-glass windows strained the midday sun. “He was a preacher’s preacher,” Reverend continued. “A great man and a man of God, as all great men are.” Reverend paused, waiting for an argument. Nick smiled. “When God punished us for our sins and sent the dinosaurs to torment us, the people in my father’s congregation were spared because of his faithfulness. It was the world that took my father, leaving God’s work undone.” “The world?” Nick asked. “Murdered. Killed by a mob for the food he would have given them willingly. They took him before he fulfilled his mission.
