Revolutionize Your Worldview

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"Twenty years before Columbus first returned from the New World, Nicolaus Copernicus was born on a flat, unmoving planet at the center of the universe, around which the sun endlessly circled. A century after his death, the same planet was a rotating sphere orbiting around its sun, somewhere in a universe too vast to have a center. The planet hadn't changed, of course, but the paradigm for understanding it had turned inside out."  (Michael Gelb, Discover your Genuis)

While the science of the day said the earth was flat or sat on the back of some animal, the Bible spoke of the earth free floating in space: "He...hangs the earth upon nothing" (Job 26:7).

The prophet Isaiah also tells us that the earth is round: "It is he that sits upon the circle of the earth" (Isaiah 40:22).

"The speculations of a philosopher are far removed from the judgment of the multitude, for his aim is to seek truth in all things." (Copernicus)

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