I recently came across this quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson in my reading:
“If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore.”
No wonder Ralph was a philosopher as well as a great writer.
His statement stunned me. Probably because there are atheists and scientists around whom believe that planet Earth was some accidental cosmic happening a very long time ago.
They would not agree with folks like me who believe that a greater compassionate and giving power caused me to be here, and that my life does have purpose and meaning even if others do not agree.
Seriously, imagine for a moment that we have never seen stars and then suddenly they appear like magic. Would we be fearful? Thankful? Or perhaps just terribly confused about how this could suddenly happen given our technological advances and egos to match.
I tend to think that God has nothing to prove, and that the atheists and scientists have a lot to prove.
Some folks think I am in the same gene pool as monkeys and many other species that have drawn breath on planet Earth. I seriously doubt this and can find no true science to support the idea.
There are examples regarding this matter which demonstrate that science disproves science more than it confirms it.
For example, despite decades of worshipping at the alter of Darwinism (the theory of evolution), Lehigh University biochemist Michael Behe released his book titled Darwin’s Black Box in 1996 that used discoveries in microbiology to refute Darwinism on Darwin’s own terms.
Unfortunately, Darwin knew nothing in his day of DNA and the vastly complex systems studied by molecular biologists, such as the information processing, storage and retrieval in DNA.
Francis Crick, winner of the Nobel Prize for his co-discovery of DNA, also realized that the spontaneous evolution of life could not be reconciled with the facts. He said, “The probability of life originating at random is so utterly minuscule as to make it absurd.”
Despite the evidence to the contrary, I feel little need to argue whatever point Darwinism tries to make. If I did evolve from a monkey I would hardly claim the monkey as a family member. As I see it, a greater power created us both, not in a fit of evolutionary brilliance, but separately at the same time.
While I am not certain about a lot of things (I have lived too long and understand too little; I knew a whole lot more when I was much younger), I am certain that the monkey did not create me and I certainly did not create the monkey. Darwin created neither of us, and made a lot of false assumptions that pale in the light of today’s science.
But let us address the more interesting thought of Emerson’s imagination.
If I had never seen a star in the sky and suddenly the sky was filled with brightly shining stars, I would be joyful and overwhelmed, thinking what a phenomenal gift has arrived. I get the same feeling watching the waves crash against the shoreline at the ocean, and watching the sunlight dance through the leaves of trees in the forest.
I wonder if a tree thinks it evolved from a monkey. I bet the tree would be thankful to know it was part of a greater creation than the monkey.
A mind once stretched by a new idea moves beyond its old constraints, never returning to its former, limited dimensions. It is called “imagination” and Ralph Waldo had some. Probably a lot, compared to some heavy thinkers like Darwin.
As a pre-teenager growing up in Michigan I remember how settled and peaceful it felt on a hot summer night to lay down on the lush grass and look up at the sky and watch the stars with my friends. We would alternately talk and look up at the stars in silence. Sometimes 5 minutes of silence.
It was as if a greater power could have been looking down, pleased that his creation was so pleasing to such an important part of his creation. Yes, I felt valued and safe. It was as if I knew that someday my star would shine brightly.
I find no peace in reading Darwin’s theory. I find much peace in just gazing at the heavens, which pose no questions to trouble my gentle soul. I find more order in my “universe” than in Darwin’s theories. Darwin can find solace in his theories; I will look to the stars for mine.