Hi. Let me introduce you to my beautiful country, New Zealand. It’s a long way from most of you I know, but I hope that you may have some interest in what our place in the Genesis flood story might be. Here is a link to some general background information:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Zealand#Flora_and_fauna
You will see that the flora and fauna on New Zealand is largely indigenous – at least 40 unique genus – that’s whole categories of species by the way. Tragically much if it has disappeared due to man’s intervention over the last 500 – 700 years but more intensely in the last 150 years. The country was at least 80% temperate rain forest and it teemed with the most beautiful collection of native birds, including the moa, many varieties of kiwi, the biggest eagle known and extraordinary insects such as the giant weta.
So, God made it all, put it into ecological balance perfectly tuned to the various parts of the beautiful country it all lived in. Fine, well done God, - one of His best projects if you ask me.
So now, it’s time for a flood. Everything is going to go, it’s going to be a mess. There are no human inhabitants at this stage but something’s got to be done about the wildlife.
Get it to the Middle East and get on board the ark. Say what?
You heard me get cracking.
So off they all go. What? They all just get moving – several hundred species of birds – seven breeding pairs of each, tuataras, lizards, native snails (they’re going to slow things down a bit) Its a bit of a journey I should warn you, a fair bit of sea. Wait a minute; this is before the flood there’s land all the way there. There is? Yeah, never mind about how they swim, they walk. Come on you wetas, get cracking. Oh, alright then, but it’s going to take a while, what about my unique diet? Bring it along or learn to like other stuff. What about the forest. Don’t worry, it will spontaneously re-generate. All of it? Yup. Isn’t there a simpler solution, I mean can’t you just move us to higher ground for a while until it all blows over? Nup, the drink’s all the way to the top of Mt Cook and then some, like, total.
They make it no problem, bit of a journey but they make it in the end – meet quite a lot of the other animals and insects and birds on the way it’s too social if you ask me, but they value the company.
Cut to much later. It’s all over. They had a nice cruise, got fed by Noah’s family no complaints but it really, really would be nice to go home.
Not a problem.
You’re not going to make us walk all the way home are you? Oh, no no no, There’s sea now. The flood carved out the ocean between Australia and New Zealand. Also, the Pacific is pretty huge. Tell you what, we can drop you off on the way to Mt Ararat. Oh, whew, what a relief.
And so all the unique bio-mass is dropped of and the rest is history!
Before I pitch this idea to Katzenberg or John Lasiter, I would appreciate some feed back on the historical accuracy. I am filling in the gaps here so anyone with some first-hand knowledge – ok, - best guesses would be welcome.
