Believe it or Not
I’m
often challenged these days on my reasons for believing in a creator or God, if
you will. I’m not ignorant when it comes to science after all. I’ve read Darwin
and his theory of evolution. I know the universe has been around for over
fifteen billion years and the Earth has been here for a good portion of that. I
do agree that micro evolution or adaptation of species occurs. But I don’t see
any evidence of macro evolution and strongly disagree that it happens. I think
that scientists assumed that it occurred even without the evidence because they
didn’t want to believe in something they couldn’t test in a laboratory and they
find the notion of God abhorrent. But like I’ve heard many times, you know what
happens when you assume things? It makes a you-know-what out of U and Me.The
popular notion is that random mutation is the impetus behind macro evolution.
Yet every experiment I ever read about where fruit flies or what-have-you have
been purposely mutated, the mutated subjects are ill-equipped for survival and
die out quickly. And, at any rate, said mutations are always unable to
reproduce. Anyway, I don’t want to argue
the point here. But it is the season after all when such matters come to the
forefront. I see many of those same people, who argue with me about my beliefs,
celebrating Christmas. The attempts to separate Christ from Christmas are
really pretty ludicrous to me and are mostly done to promote rampant
commercialism so you can HO, HO, HO your way to being PO, PO, PO. It represents
a sad state of affairs to me, and would be a prime example of devolution rather
than a case for evolution as far as I’m concerned. And yes, I’m aware that even
while I’m shooting holes in their theories they can shoot just as many in mine.
And that they can point to history and say look what religion has caused in the
past. I would have to agree with them. Evil things have been done in the name
of religion. Evil things have also been done in the name of science and are
continuing as we speak. Neither of which has anything to do with God. Rather it’s
only a sad commentary on Man. So why do I believe? I looked at both sides of
this argument for all of my adult life and pitched my tent at various times in one
camp or the other. But after years and years of wrestling with the issue, I
finally realized that there is no easy answer. The question will never be
completely resolved by reason alone. Perhaps it was meant to be that way on
purpose. To me, it seems that this is why we’re here in the first place – to make
a choice without concrete evidence. For if you had concrete proof handed to you
on a silver platter, you wouldn’t be choosing. You would be given the facts and
just have to accept them whether you liked it or not. I hope my children choose
to love me, and don’t just do it because they have to. Once I realized that the
choice was simple, I just chose to believe. Once I did so, it took away a whole
bunch of fear and anxiety that my life is better off without. Peace of mind is
not a bad thing to have. I will never tell you that your choice is wrong. It is
why you’re here and you are free to make it either way. But I am happy with my
beliefs. And I will wear them like armor against all of life’s slings and
arrows not to mention a few barbs occasionally flung my way from those who have
chosen the opposite side.
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