"Deconstruct the Universe down to its smallest particle. What do you propose is that particle’s origins?"
This is the question I put to evolutionists on Mr E's weblog in a discussion of evolution versus intelligent design. At what point does science merge with faith? Whether you believe in God, "and Intelligent Creator", two amoebas, a bunch of crashing subatomic particles, or Light at some point science can no longer boldly go further.
A hardened scientist cannot accept this. Why? Because if science were to accept a limit, then it means that Man has a limit as well. And that something exists beyond his mathematical equations and laboratories. However, as long as science insists upon only scientific arguments then that something can never be brought in for a decision.
Science is defined as the means by which we try to answer the Great Questions. But when the road leads into the open plains of faith, it seems the scientists are content to take whole lifetimes to build new roads around faith instead. A great example of this is the decades-long pursuit of historians to "sepaerate" the Jesus of History from the Jesus of Faith, as if Christ were a "Jekyll and Hyde".
Why this fear of faith? Well of course because it isn't good science. But if science refuses to follow the path of the clues, does this not make science merely a new faith?
At the end of the road--or more precisely the beginning--lies the answer to the Great Question of our origin. Regardless what choice we make, it is a choice that we all ultimately agree on: something unexplainable happened a very long time ago. From this one point of faith flow many roads, many lead to science and stop at the door of "accident" and "chance" while the others circle around and boldly look for that thing that called us into existance. What we call Purpose.
Accepting science as one's religion is a cold and empty choice. Are we really just pieces of chance matter wandering aimlessly through this Universe? There is an alternative, a vainless choice that something definitely wanted us on this earth, smiling in its unfathomable wisdom as we use our intelligence to try and figure out what it did to get us here to begin with.
Some go further on this path still and call it God, the Father of our origin. The "learned men of secular society", of whom scientists gladly puff their chests while claiming to be members, call this notion rubbish and infantile. Interesting that God once said that a rich man would pass through the eye of a needle before he would enter his Kingdom. On this notion, I rejoice in my "poorness".
Science, while interesting and useful, has its limits by its own making. But how much more grand science becomes when it is married with faith. And thus how much more grand becomes our lives.
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