Dear Darwinist friend,
You mean to say that the dazzling array of heart-stopping beauty all around us is the result of a huge cosmic accident? That sunsets, strawberries, butterflies, waterfalls, roses, and hummingbirds are simply the product of blind bits of stardust randomly bumping into each other? That all this astounding artistry has no artist, and is merely the result of fortuitous, unplanned, unsupervised collisions of inert matter?
Courageous faith, indeed.
You are aware of the fact that the mathematical probability of such a thing happening is so absurdly remote that it is practically nonexistent. To hang your belief on a thread so slender demonstrates an outrageously massive amount of faith. To replicate the Mona Lisa by dripping colors from cans of paint swinging randomly on strings would be child’s play in comparison. Your unshakeable confidence in Darwin’s theory is astonishing.
Many of us simply can’t muster up that much faith.
The religious fervor with which you cling to this most tenuous hypothesis is remarkable. How did you come up with such an intrepid, daring, gusty, devil may care faith? Your unflinching certainty in a theory that faces such absurdly preposterous odds is incredible.
How did you get there? Is there something other than science that bolsters your belief? Are there other factors giving traction to your conviction? A faith of such astronomic audacity is uncanny.
Could it be there is something out there you desperately want NOT to believe?
Or perhaps someone you desperately want to AVOID?
I have a hunch there is.
And I strongly suspect it is God.
“For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.
For although they knew God, they neither glorified him as God nor gave thanks to him, but their thinking became futile and their foolish hearts were darkened” (Romans 1:20,21 NIV).
-J. O. Schulz