| W. Randy Hoffman ( @ 2008-05-08 16:02:00 |
Transcendence, or the lack thereof
After being amazed by the supercharged volcano-thunderstorm pictures that
filkertom linked to yesterday, I showed them to Mom. And then I made another of those tactical errors that I just have to ruthlessly train myself to avoid: I showed her some of the latest Hubble pictures of interacting galaxies. I'm paraphrasing here, but this is the gist of the conversation:
Mom: "Wow. It's amazing to me that galaxies stay together at all."
Me: "Well, it's the gravity of their dark-matter halos that keeps them from flying apart."
Mom: "Isn't it enough to say that the Lord holds them in His hand?"
Me: "Well, sure, but I always want to acknowledge the methods He's using to do that. Not doing so is a good way to make oneself and one's faith look foolish. I remember that Jack Chick tract that said, 'Protons all have positive charge! Everybody knows that like charges REPEL each other. Why don't atomic nuclei just EXPLODE?! Because GOD keeps them together!!' Which is true, but He's using the strong nuclear force to do it. Statements like that are equivalent to, 'Why don't we float right off the Earth? Because GOD STICKS OUR FEET TO THE GROUND!'"
Mom: "Maybe this 'strong nuclear force' hadn't been discovered when that tract was written."
Me: "Mom, that tract dated from, like, 1972. The strong force was well-known by then."
Mom: "Embarrassed by a tract." (shakes her head) "It's really too bad that you're so concerned with avoiding the disdain of an unbelieving world."
Me: "..." [searching helplessly for a response that will not touch off thirty minutes of my mother expressing her deep concern for my spiritual health, testimony, and immortal soul]
Mom: "I'm just looking forward to being in Heaven, when we'll perfectly understand all these things."
My mother is an absolute old-school saint. She will go way beyond the call of duty to help anyone, including perfect strangers. But for her, Life, the Universe, and Everything are utterly meaningless apart from Jesus Christ. I admire her faith and the way it inspires her and motivates her to do endless series of good things, but it makes her mentally inflexible about any number of issues, and it also means that any discussion about science or nature will inevitably fall into the profound gravity well of "What wonders hath God wrought!" Once inside the divine event horizon, no train of thought, no matter how strongly propelled, can reach escape velocity.
(This is an example in microcosm of why a faith that seeks no deeper understanding, that does not look for non-obvious structures underlying the order of the world around us, is not a good way to discover the atomic model or the geodesic dome. I guess what I'm trying to say, among other things, is that "creation science" -- as I have experienced it -- fails to advance our understanding of either science or creation. But please don't ever, ever tell my Mom, should you meet her, that I have uttered that kind of heresy!)
By contrast, I like to think that my faith can accommodate a moderately predictable natural universe with a rich history; a universe that God lovingly crafted (over cosmologic time) but is not necessarily constantly exerting supernatural forces to preserve. I also like to think that, even if my faith were to boil away into just one more myth among many, I could still find reasons to appreciate the universe and my role in it.
So what if a galaxy is "just" a galaxy? It's still sublimely beautiful.
After being amazed by the supercharged volcano-thunderstorm pictures that
Mom: "Wow. It's amazing to me that galaxies stay together at all."
Me: "Well, it's the gravity of their dark-matter halos that keeps them from flying apart."
Mom: "Isn't it enough to say that the Lord holds them in His hand?"
Me: "Well, sure, but I always want to acknowledge the methods He's using to do that. Not doing so is a good way to make oneself and one's faith look foolish. I remember that Jack Chick tract that said, 'Protons all have positive charge! Everybody knows that like charges REPEL each other. Why don't atomic nuclei just EXPLODE?! Because GOD keeps them together!!' Which is true, but He's using the strong nuclear force to do it. Statements like that are equivalent to, 'Why don't we float right off the Earth? Because GOD STICKS OUR FEET TO THE GROUND!'"
Mom: "Maybe this 'strong nuclear force' hadn't been discovered when that tract was written."
Me: "Mom, that tract dated from, like, 1972. The strong force was well-known by then."
Mom: "Embarrassed by a tract." (shakes her head) "It's really too bad that you're so concerned with avoiding the disdain of an unbelieving world."
Me: "..." [searching helplessly for a response that will not touch off thirty minutes of my mother expressing her deep concern for my spiritual health, testimony, and immortal soul]
Mom: "I'm just looking forward to being in Heaven, when we'll perfectly understand all these things."
My mother is an absolute old-school saint. She will go way beyond the call of duty to help anyone, including perfect strangers. But for her, Life, the Universe, and Everything are utterly meaningless apart from Jesus Christ. I admire her faith and the way it inspires her and motivates her to do endless series of good things, but it makes her mentally inflexible about any number of issues, and it also means that any discussion about science or nature will inevitably fall into the profound gravity well of "What wonders hath God wrought!" Once inside the divine event horizon, no train of thought, no matter how strongly propelled, can reach escape velocity.
(This is an example in microcosm of why a faith that seeks no deeper understanding, that does not look for non-obvious structures underlying the order of the world around us, is not a good way to discover the atomic model or the geodesic dome. I guess what I'm trying to say, among other things, is that "creation science" -- as I have experienced it -- fails to advance our understanding of either science or creation. But please don't ever, ever tell my Mom, should you meet her, that I have uttered that kind of heresy!)
By contrast, I like to think that my faith can accommodate a moderately predictable natural universe with a rich history; a universe that God lovingly crafted (over cosmologic time) but is not necessarily constantly exerting supernatural forces to preserve. I also like to think that, even if my faith were to boil away into just one more myth among many, I could still find reasons to appreciate the universe and my role in it.
So what if a galaxy is "just" a galaxy? It's still sublimely beautiful.