Monkeys take a bad rap!

Monkeys get a bad rap from the evolutionists. 

We are always prone to blame our problems on someone else, especially our past heritage.  So, is all of our corrupt behavior due to our past genomes from which we have evolved from?  Do we take heart that everything is evolving upwards and we will mutate by natural selection to a higher and nobler race?  But wait- what about those poor monkeys that take all the blame?  How do they feel?  Animal rights groups ought to protest over this abusive accusation.  If monkeys could communicate to us what would they say about their “noble race”?

 

Below is a poem I found in an old book written by Dr. M.R. DeHaan that might address this issue: 

 

Don’t disgrace our noble race

Three monkeys sat in a coconut tree,

Looking down on people like you and me.

Said one to the other, Now listen you,

There’s a certain rumor that can’t be true,

That man descended from our noble race;

The very idea is a rank disgrace.

 

No monkey ever deserted his wife,

Starved her babies and ruined her life.

And you’ve never seen a mother monk

To leave her babies with others to bunk;

With baby sisters of one sort or another,

Till they scarcely know who is their mother.

 

And another thing you’ll never see,

A monk build a fence round a coconut tree;

And let the coconuts go to waste,

Rather than let someone else have a taste;

Why, if I’d put a fence around my tree,

I’d only invite you to steal from me.

 

Here’s another thing a monk won’t do,

Go out at night and come home in a stew.

Or use a gun, a club, or a knife,

To take some other monkey’s life.

Yes, man descended, the ornery cuss,

But he surely never descended from us.

 

*(from Genesis and Evolution by Dr. M.R. DeHaan,1962)

 

 

Job answers this very clearly:

But ask now the beasts, and they shall teach thee,

And the fowls of the air, and they shall tell thee:

Or speak to the earth, and it shall teach thee;

And the fish of the sea shall declare unto thee:

Who knoweth not in all these that the hand of the Lord hath wrought this?

In whose hand is the soul of every living thing, and the breath of all mankind. (Job 12:7-10)