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Book Review: Why the Universe Bothers to Exist by David V. McCorkle

Posted by Julie on July 20, 2017 in Book Review, God's Word, Julie Arduini, Life Lessons |

A Striking Breakthrough in the Origins Controversy! Steinhardt and Turok’s proposed ekpyrotic universe model fits the Genesis account! The implications are profound. The book Why the Universe Bothers to Exist: Theistic Determinism, Evidences and Implications by David V. McCorkle, PhD. is based upon this observation. It explains the likely location and physics of heaven. It proposes that we have heavenly avatars (biblical spirit bodies) close by, but through a fourth spatial dimension. Baby Brady with simulated spirit body. This book proposes answers to many other questions that theists have pondered. What happened to the Garden of Eden? Might it still exist? If so, where? How could information of our personal identity be preserved after our physical death? Why will “redeemed” humans need to be resurrected if they are already in heaven? Why will a new heaven eventually be needed? Numerous other concepts are also dealt with, such as the following. In consideration of Heisenberg uncertainty, what maintains order in the universe? Do natural laws determine outcomes, or does the consistency of outcomes determine the laws? What factor determines the decoherence outcome of probability waves so that consistent, orderly eigenstates result? Cannot this factor be recognized as God thereby actualizing his intentions: theistic determinism? Natural law is thus the outcome of God “holding all things together” (Col. 1:17). It is then natural for God to work through natural process. In this perspective, how is it that new species of organisms originate? Can the process be observed? And what of Adam and Eve as the first sentient humans? In addition to the significance of a message from ancient Babylon, and an account of how what is termed “socionics” relates to the “tragedy of the commons” principle, a near miraculous adventure in Idaho’s Lemi Mountains near Sacajawea’s birthplace is described and credited to divine providence. All of this and more thought-provoking issues are presented in this book with the intent of resolving the origins controversy, but also of planting ideas for further consideration in biblical context. David V. McCorkle Publisher’s website:

This extremely well-written, deeply researched book asks some great questions about God, the Bible, and questions about the world that the Bible covers. I confess the author is so well-versed in his writing that as a non-academic, I struggled with some of the material presented. That’s on me, because the author covers the questions, the evidence, theories, and implications in detail. It’s obvious he spent a lot of time creating this book and cares deeply about the topics.

Here is what you’ll see in the chapters:

  • Why Read This Book?
  • Has God Left His “Footprint”?
  • Is Sentience Transcendent? Is God Truly Infinite?
  • Biblical Allegory in Physical Science
  • The First Chapter of Genesis and the Ekpyrotic Model Biblical Allegory in Biological Science Context
  • The Biblical Chronological Modification Model Compared to the Instantaneously Complete Model of Creation
  • Scientific Evidence Supporting the Chronological Modification Creation
  • Model Niche Distinctions of the Machaon Swallowtails of the Pacific Northwest A Context for Homo Speciation
  • Speciation and Niche Distinction in Homo Sapiens
  • “Socionics” and the Tragedy of the Commons Principle
  • Social Symbiosis or “Sociobiotics”
  •  “Thy Kingdom Come, Thy Will Be Done on Earth as It Is in Heaven”
  • Heaven: Evidences and Implications

The sub-title to me was most revealing: Theistic Determinism, Evidences and Implications—A Worldview Proposal. The research presented was worldview, and religion of course was part of that research. Yet, with the questions asked, I believe faith is needed beyond a religion to answer such important questions. A personal relationship with God, the Creator.

If you are an academic sort that loves science, research, and exploring religion, this is a great book to discover. If you are seeking answers on a personal level, this is a great read, but I suggest you complement it with a chapter a day for a month from the Bible’s Book of John. If you want to know more about heaven on a personal level, I also suggest complementing this book with Randy Alcorn’s Heaven.

To Purchase Why the Universe Bothers to Exist, click here.

I was given a copy of the book by the publisher in exchange for a review. All opinions are my own and are of my own free will.

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Perfectionism by Steven Estes

Posted by Julie on December 19, 2013 in encouragement, God's Word, Guest blogger, Julie Arduini, Life Lessons |

Welcome to the 12 Pearls of Christmas blog series!

Merry Christmas from Pearl Girls™! We hope you enjoy these Christmas “Pearls of Wisdom” from the authors who were so kind to donate their time and talents! If you miss a few posts, you’ll be able go back through and read them on this blog throughout the next few days.

We’re giving away a pearl necklace in celebration of the holidays, as well as some items from the contributors! Enter now below. The winner will be announced on January 2, 2014, at the Pearl Girls blog.

If you are unfamiliar with Pearl Girls™, please visit and see what we’re all about. In short, we exist to support the work of charities that help women and children in the US and around the globe. Consider purchasing a copy of Mother of Pearl, Pearl Girls: Encountering Grit, Experiencing Grace, or one of the Pearl Girls products (all GREAT gifts!) to help support Pearl Girls.


by Steven Estes

(Excerpt from A Better December***) 

When my wife was little, her family was Amish. Barn raisings, buggies, high-stepping horses, shoofly pies—the whole postcard. Later, they left that life and became mainstream farmers. The suspenders and bonnets were gone, but they remained hard-working, no-nonsense, sweep-the-porch folks. As good-natured a family as homemade jam and bread.

I grew up taking in the city. Mom and I would hop the streetcar into downtown Baltimore. Lights, crowds, noise, action—the busier, the better. Birthdays were a big thing, Christmas, bigger yet. Whoop it up. Break some eggs, make an omelet.

My wife and I met in college. I first saw Verna from across the cafeteria. Popular as a lemonade stand in summer. Prettier than an evening meadow blinking with fireflies. I was hooked. Proposed on the beach. We walked the aisle, started life together.

Verna kept everything worthwhile from her childhood and folded the rest into a drawer. Worked circles around any woman you’d know. Line dried the wash, taught the kids, pinched the pennies. Joined me in whatever hoopla I wanted, but—in her mother’s meat-and-potatoes tradition—NEVER got exotic in the kitchen . . .

. . . until one December.

Wishing to please—wanting some memories for the kids—she found a recipe book. Brimming with color photos. Promises of the perfect Christmas. The kind, no doubt, her husband recalled from urban days of yore.

Sugar plums in her head, practical impulses stuffed away in an apron pocket, she purchased the ingredients to yuletide bliss. A concoction to bless the family forever.

The evening has arrived. The fortunate are assembled about the table. There is to be a holiday surprise:

“Festive Yule Log.”

Candles aglow, faces upturned. The platter of glory is borne to the table. Mother seated. Nod given.

Trembling forks sink into the first sampling mouthful. Eyes closed for concentration. The pregnant pause. . . . A searching for words. The furtive glances. The first stifled chortle. Then,

Oh, the hooting and howling.

The slappings on the table.

The witticisms.

The criticisms.

Centered on the table, the Yule Log sulks—rolled in a fine gravel posing as crushed nuts. A taste akin to cream cheese blended with toothpaste—perhaps Crest, no, Colgate. As if sautéed in soy sauce, glued into shape by an application of Crisco. The look of a food item suspected of disease, held in quarantine at Customs.

Verna smiles weakly. Rises. Whisks the mistake into exile. All the while carols from the record player begin straying off-key . . . and Misters Currier & Ives are ushered to the backyard, blindfolded, and shot.

Solomon foresaw that many designs for Christmas Eve would go awry. Why else would he write:

“Do not boast about tomorrow,

for you do not know

what a day may bring forth”?

Proverbs 27:1

Or . . .

“You can make many plans,

but the Lord’s purpose

will prevail”?

Proverbs 19:21 NLT

God has bigger plans for you than the perfect dinner. That’s why he lets things go wrong. He’s saving your appetite for the perfect eternity. He notices you smitten with this short life,

feeling it slip through your fingers,

trying to shake a snow-globe Christmas

out of every December.

The true holiday magic is reserved for heaven. Every delight down here is a mere taste and teaser.

Knowing that, doesn’t it ease the pressure just a bit as you flip through recipes on the 24th—biting your lip . . . pondering a go at that Festive Yule Log?

(By the way, Verna recovered nicely.)

**This excerpt is reproduced from A Better December Copyright © 2013 by Steven Estes. Used by permission of New Growth Press and may not be downloaded, reproduced, and/or distributed without prior written permission of New Growth Press.

Steven Estes is a pastor who has known “better Decembers with my family than either Currier or Ives,” but also understands a gray Christmas. A Better December draws on Estes’ twenty-three years of counseling church members through the holiday season as well his other writings on the topic of human suffering. He teaches a preaching class at Westminster Theological Seminary (Philadelphia) where he completed his M.Div and Th.M. degrees. Estes is a conference speaker and on the board of the Christian Counseling & Educational Foundation (CCEF). Estes is the author of Called to Die (the story of slain missionary Chet Bitterman), and co- author (with friend Joni Eareckson Tada) of When God Weeps and A Step Further. He and his wife, Verna, have eight children. Learn more about Estes and his books at

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A Hibiscus “Hug from Heaven” by: Margaret McSweeney

Posted by Julie on December 14, 2013 in encouragement, God's Word, Guest blogger, Julie Arduini, Life Lessons |

Welcome to the 12 Pearls of Christmas blog series!

Merry Christmas from Pearl Girls™! We hope you enjoy these Christmas “Pearls of Wisdom” from the authors who were so kind to donate their time and talents! If you miss a few posts, you’ll be able go back through and read them on this blog throughout the next few days.

We’re giving away a pearl necklace in celebration of the holidays, as well as some items from the contributors! Enter now below. The winner will be announced on January 2, 2014, at the Pearl Girls blog.

If you are unfamiliar with Pearl Girls™, please visit and see what we’re all about. In short, we exist to support the work of charities that help women and children in the US and around the globe. Consider purchasing a copy of Mother of Pearl, Pearl Girls: Encountering Grit, Experiencing Grace, or one of the Pearl Girls products (all GREAT gifts!) to help support Pearl Girls.


A Hibiscus “Hug from Heaven”
by: Margaret McSweeney

photo-12The flurry of festivities during Thanksgiving weekend came to an abrupt halt as I began the first week of December 2013 with an empty nest. My husband was back at work. My daughters were back at college. And my brother, Claude, and niece, Mary, were back in Alabama and Tennessee.
Bare branches accentuated the overcast gloom in the Chicago suburbs on what marked the third anniversary of my brother Randy’s passing. Randy had been feeding a stray cat on his deck when the fatal heart attack struck.

Walking downstairs, I whispered a prayer. “Lord, I am feeling really sad right now. Please help me experience your joy.” As I walked into the family room, my heart smiled. The pruned hibiscus plant balanced a solitary flower that had blossomed overnight! This was truly a hibiscus “hug from heaven.”

In her book <em>When Grief Is Your Constant Companion</em>, my late mother shared her poignant poem about a hibiscus plant. She wrote this following poem several years after losing my dad to a sudden heart attack while he was in Paris on a business trip.


By Carolyn Rhea

My love, how can it be

That I no longer think of you

Almost every waking moment

And grieve for your loving presence?

There are small spaces of time

When my life is so absorbed in present living

That you are not in my thoughts at all.

How unthinkable!

How sad that I should forget you even for an hour!

But I have not forgotten you, my dear.

You are forever a part of me.

You helped God shape my life

Into my present self.

I carry your love in my heart.

I miss you so very much and always will.

But now I’m caught up in trying to reconstruct

With God’s guidance

A meaningful life for myself.

One in which I can help,

Serve, share, love, grow.

I remember the hibiscus plant

We bought at the annual show.

It was called Teardrops,

For several perfectly-shaped white teardrops

Spattered the broad expanse

Of its gorgeous pink blooms.

How we loved it!

Then later, after it had grown much taller,

We saw a different kind of bloom:

Multitudes of small, sturdy, happy pink blossoms

Swaying merrily in the Florida breeze!

Teardrops had been grafted onto a stronger plant!

We named it Everlasting Joy.

Teardrops still bloomed at the lower level,

But as the plant grew ever upward and outward,

Everlasting Joy bloomed in profusion!

Lord Jesus, when teardrops fall,

Help me remember that through faith

I have been grafted in You –

You, the vine;

I, a branch –

Eternally secure in God’s love through Thee!

Blessed with Thy fullness of joy on earth

And the promise of everlasting joy in heaven!

Thank you, dear Father for sharing your everlasting joy with me today in my solitude. We are not alone in our grief. You are with us.
“Ye shall be sorrowful, but your sorrow shall be turned into joy.” John 16:20

Margaret McSweeney is well-published author (A Mother’s Heart Knows, Go Back and Be Happy, Pearl Girls, Mother of Pearl, Aftermath), host of Kitchen Chat, and the founder of Pearl Girls™. Through Pearl Girls™, Margaret collaborates with other writers on projects to help fund a safe house for WINGS, an organization that helps women and their children who are victims of domestic violence, and to build wells for schoolchildren in Uganda through Hands of Hope. For the past twelve years she has served on the board of directors and leadership advisory board for WINGS. Margaret lives with her husband and 2 daughters in the Chicago suburbs. Learn more at Margaret’s website.


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Character Confession: That Comforts Me

Posted by Julie on May 26, 2012 in Uncategorized |

I can’t believe it has been 8 years.

My dad’s been gone that long and yes, time helps, but the grief never ends. It evolves, I think.





How can I feel comforted?

It’s a choice.

When my dad was declining fast from lung cancer and few even knew he was battling, he attended a presentation I was in called Heaven’s Gates and Hell’s Flames. I played a girl in an elevator that crashed. I die, but I go to heaven. My elevator companion did not because she refused a personal relationship with Christ. It was her choice.

After the presentation he wasn’t feeling well and went home. But he gave my mom a message for me.

“Tell Julie I will be going where her (my) character went. I have faith.”

A simple statement, but I knew what he was saying. He made it clear he not only had peace in God, he knew His Son in a personal way. It wasn’t full of fanfare, but his confession and belief was just as real.

And that comforts me.

When his life on earth was down to hours, I was able to speak to him in person. It was the last mutual conversation he had, and I was able to give him a tribute. We were not close when I was growing up, and it was not intentional. We made our peace and enjoyed a good relationship in my married years. To be the last to speak to him and let him know I’d see him again? That his job before I get there was to watch over the baby I miscarried and he nodded?

That comforts me.

When the funeral ended and the crowds stopped coming, it was the same time frame I was supposed to move 300 miles away. Good words were hard to come by because so much hurt to say, write, and hear. It took years to understand, but one of the parting things my mom said to me was she wasn’t worrying about me in all this. She knew I had faith. It took me a long time, but I get it now. I wasn’t devoid of mountain and valley experiences in grief and beyond, but she knew I had an Anchor to cling to that some do not have. She knew I’d be okay.

And that comforts me.

When I see traits in my loved ones–facial expressions, hobbies, mannerisms–that remind me of him–

That comforts me.

What gives you comfort when living through grief?

BTW, I recommend I went through a lot of loss and share in a short span of time, and this helped. A lot.



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A2Z Meme: Heaven’s Happy Hallelujah

Posted by Julie on February 28, 2012 in About Me, encouragement, God's Word, Julie Arduini, Life Lessons, surrender |

Wow, it only took me to the letter “H” to post on the day Patty Wysong suggested!

H. That’s a popular letter in our house thanks to our youngest.

There’s also an H in a Bible that inspires me.

Her story is in 1 Samuel 1 and it’s her verse I claimed to have our own inspiration.

Because after PCOS, infertility, high risk pregnancy and son, miscarriage…the promise I felt God had for us looked like a long shot. But Hannah’s story in 1Samuel gave me HOPE. I prayed that verse, “For this child I prayed, and He answered my prayer.” through sobs. Dry heaves. The kind of prayer where the words can’t even come out. This verse was my HEART. Anyone around me didn’t just think I was drunk, as they did with Hannah, my loved ones thought I was crazy.

But when I learned I was pregnant, even my own HUSBAND admitted he was days away from telling me we needed to be done trying. It was only the beginning of Heaven’s Hallelujah.

The pregnancy was easy and all seemed well in delivery. Although I had a reaction to the spinal, the baby seemed great. She slept a lot more than the first born, but I knew each baby was different. I didn’t think anything was wrong until the doctor’s office called and told us the newborn tests came back with a congenital HYPOTHYROIDISM diagnosis.

Her first year was in and out of the HOSPITAL

They asked us to re test in case of a false positive. We immediately did, and HEARD nothing for weeks. When I called the office, the receptionist looked at the chart and told us all was well. At our 8 week follow up we learned things were very wrong. The receptionist was not trained to read charts. She read the adult levels. She also failed to look in her inbox. The doctor left a note to call in a prescription for our baby. The diagnosis had been accurate all along.

But HEAVEN’s HALLELUJAH was only getting started despite the medical charts stacked against her. In the months to come she had croup, something she nearly died from thanks to a wrong medicine prescribed at wrong dose. RSV kept her out of the hospital but pneumonia did not. A team of therapists warned us she would most likely suffer from retardation from missing medication those first weeks. But God knew. There was purpose for HER.

Each year her health has only grown stronger. She still takes medicine for her thyroid and receives speech for delays that are typical but near unrecognizable. She hasn’t had a true asthma experience in over a year.

What does she have?

A HEART for worship. The voice that took three years to utter words now sings all the time. She writes songs for Jesus. She’s all about pink, glitter, and walking like she’s on a runway. The God confidence embedded in her amazes me. Because of HER, I not only have a purse, but a big gold one. I wear sparkly clothes.  We dance together. She crafts.

It all started with Hannah in the Bible believing God for the impossible. Thanks to her, I have my own miracle that loves to sing to Jesus. She’s not just mine, but Heaven’s glittery Hallelujah.

She's a HAPPY girl!


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Character Confession: Justice Isn’t Julie’s, Saith the Lord

Posted by Julie on July 16, 2011 in About Me, encouragement, God's Word, Julie Arduini, Life Lessons, surrender |

It’s Saturday…time for my weekly Character Confession.

It’s also the day before Casey Anthony is released from jail.




In my 41 years it’s one of the most passionate news stories I’ve ever seen and rightly so. Apparently years ago the Anthony family lived in this area, about 30 minutes away. I believe family still lives around here.

I know the Sunday School answer I’m supposed to give in the verdict and “tot mom’s” release tomorrow is that we should pray for Casey Anthony. I mean Paul was a murderer who went seeking Christians to slaughter. God got a hold of him and turned him into one of the most powerful evangelists the world will ever know.

But I’m human. I’d like to see Casey suffer, just a little. But justice isn’t Julie’s, saith the Lord.  That’s for God. The only consolation I get is I know, KNOW I will see Caylee one day. It’s a small thing to say against how her life was snuffed out, I know. But I hold onto that.

And in my perfect world there is a scenario where only one other person in my mind has to me, the right to make life a little difficult for tot mom Anthony.

There is a Zanny Gonzales out there and her life has been turned every which way since Casey made up the story about a nanny named Zanny taking Caylee.  All false. But Zanny exists, most likely a name Casey grabbed off a mailbox.

Zanny is suing Casey. The little difficulty I’d like to see is for Casey to sign all these big contracts and have to turn around and immediately give all profits to Zanny and a foundation that benefits children.  That Casey be so dogged by reprucussions for her actions that she won’t have time to seek media or for them to find her, because she’ll be working 24/7.

IT’s a long shot, I know. But hey, it’s my Saturday confession and that’s what I’d love to see.

Until I get to heaven and have eternity to find that little girl and ask Jesus if it would be okay if I took her on a walk, hand in hand, and go through His gardens for awhile.

  Greg Olson, Google Image


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