As my daughter and I were riding home from school one day, out of the blue she said, “Daddy, I know where babies come from.”
“You do? Where?”
“Kissing buttercups,” she said.
After a pause I said, “Well, no, not really. They come from mommies and daddies,” I said. It was enough to pacifier her for the moment and we casually changed the topic.
She probably obtained her foolish knowledge from idle playground chatter. She was not unlike a “believer” at church who told me over breakfast one morning that Jesus didn’t exist before He was born in Bethlehem.
Paul says in Ephesians 2:14 . . .
“we are no longer to be children, tossed here and there by waves and carried about by every wind of doctrine, by the trickery of men, by craftiness in deceitful scheming.”
We sometimes hear garbage people spout as doctrine and biblical truth. Where they get it I can’t imagine. Some misguided pastors even spread it around.
There is only one source of truth for any authentic believer and follower of Jesus.
God’s Word. Period. End of story.
For His Glory 
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