Intelligent Stapler Design.

Evolutionists say “If there’s a God, who created Him?” Since there’s no rational answer, Creation is therefore bunk. However, ask an evolutionist where that big ball of gas came from that exploded in the Big Bang, and they either have no reply or say “It just was.”

So much for evolution being a non-faith based belief.

I’m starting to accept the fact that I believe in God, mainly because all this something had to come from somewhere. Science has a lot of great theories for how we evolved, but as far as I know they’ve yet to prove that something can come from nothing. Of course, this re-opens the “Who created God?” question, but I think I’m beginning to realize that God, or the concept of Him, is completely beyond the comprehension of physical beings. This may seem like a cop-out, but it is no more bizarre a concept than the sub-atomic world would have been to people living 200 years ago.

Last week I blogged about the Infinite Monkeys theorem. The more I think about it, the more I think it’s a good argument for God, or at least Intelligent Design.

In fact, leave the monkeys out of it. Let’s say you hit all the letter keys on your keyboard at once. I’m sure there’s a mathematical equation governing how many possibilities there are. Let’s say your first attempt results in absolute gibberish, which is likely. Then let’s say your second attempt results in the alphabet. The odds are astronomical.

However, on an infinite timeline, both results will eventually occur. Further, in a mathematical sense, the gibberish is just as unique as the alphabet. Smack your hand down on your keyboard and observe the result. Now, do it again. The odds of coming up with exactly the same result despite the same action is incredibly minute.

It’s only our sense of order that would make the alphabet result particularly meaningful, however.

Of course, in an infinite Universe, statistics would seem to dictate that somewhere, somehow, the planets would align (pardon the pun) and allow some repository of life, which I guess is my way of saying when given the spectrum of infinite time and space, the cosmic laboratory could result in a molecule encountering a bacteria mixing with a dash of oregano, and presto: life. I’ve read books detailing just how unique circumstances are on our planet—in our entire Solar System, in fact—to allow life. There is a symbiotic relationship among the planets of our Solar System, and one tiny shift in Jupiter’s orbit would result in a chain reaction rendering life on Earth impossible.

So, it boils down to where the initial “stuff” came from comprising…well, everything. Think about it. Look out the window. Hell, look at your desk. In fact, look at your stapler. It’s a fairly rudimentary object. If you have some time, disassemble it. Now, toss the parts in the air and see if when they hit the ground, they assemble themselves into a useable stapler. And if they do, try it again…but without the parts. Wave your hands in the air and see if a stapler, or its component parts, miraculously appear out of nowhere.

Then consider the fact that in order to comprehend the existence of a stapler and attempt to muster its materialization, a sentient being was required. A consciousness desiring a stapler was an integral part of the equation. A being finding a stapler useful was required as well.

I have friends who scoff at the prospect of a God. These are 20-something people who sit at desks all day, their personal lives in shambles, who don’t know much but they do know the greatest mystery of the Universe. Sometimes I envy their faith. They know that I struggle with my beliefs and feel I’m naïve in even considering the possibility of a Supreme Being, much less the voracity of the Christian faith.

It seems to me that the very definition of naiveté is blindly accepting a theory, or summarily rejecting another, giving the matter not one more thought for the rest of your days. I prefer to think--more than think, obsess really--and the irony is that as a person who leans towards faith, I’m supposedly the sheep.