First, let me start by saying, I am a mom. I am not a scientist, I have not studied at Oxford and been published in esteemed peer-reviewed journals. I have not even been invited to have a role on The Big Bang Theory. (Hard to believe, I know... C'mon Shelly, you know you are reading this. ;) ) I am, however, an intelligent human, educated, and capable of my own thoughts and opinions. I do have a Master's if that makes this easier to read. It is not in physics though... maybe that's why CBS hasn't called. Dang it.
The reasons I loathe this topic.
1. Everyone is rude, hateful, and intolerant. Those who believe in Creation look down at Evolutionists with pity and piety. Those who believe in Evolution wave Creationists off as idiots and uneducated baboons. It's pretty obnoxious. I think it might be worse than the whole Republican/Democrat hatefulness.
2. No one is changing their minds. I'm not even sure why this is a topic for debate. It's not really a black and white issue, as there are many gray areas where people fall in between the two sides in varying degrees. At least no one is knocking on doors trying to force conversion.
3. It's not all about monkeys, folks. Too often, all I hear is this ridiculous monkey argument, like that is the deciding factor. When you look at the whole she-bang, the fact that we are descendants of monkeys is the most ridiculous? Oy vey.
4. It comes down to faith and your own personal beliefs. No matter which side you stand on, you are standing on faith. Whether you believe in a big bang, or alien assistance, or a six-day creation, or a creator-assisted big bang, you are relying on faith to get you through the more ridiculous points in your beliefs. All of them are unbelievable to someone.
Where I stand.
I have the benefit of coming to the table a little later in life than most. Until I was in eighth grade, my family didn't attend church regularly and I went to public or non-religious private schools. I knew what my parents believed (it was still a Christian home) but my parents worked hard to help us develop our own beliefs. If we were curious about another religion or another belief, we could talk openly about it or ask questions, or my parents would tell us to go to the library and look for ourselves. What a gift. I can't tell you how many Christians I have come across that can't tell you why they believe in God, the Bible, or Creation. They really don't even know. They are basically parrots that have learned by rote what to say. It saddens me. It also makes us all look like idiots.
Thanks to Mom and Dad, I know why I believe. I know what I believe.
I find comfort in my God. I find immense peace. I never feel alone, even when my hubby was in a war zone and I hadn't heard from him in two weeks.
I believe that God created the earth, the stars, they sky, the fish, and all life. Even those pesky monkeys.
I wasn't there, so yes, I take it on faith. But, to my knowledge, there are no witnesses to any big bangs, or other theories either, and that is why all we have is theories. No matter where you stand, you are taking it on faith.
I will tell you what I know in my heart. I believe in creation because I have been a small part of it. I have felt the flutters of new life within me. I have seen the ultrasounds where my baby reacted to light and sound at just twenty weeks gestation. I have read, with utter fascination, the amazing process a woman's body goes through during pregnancy and that in just hours after birth it bounces back. I have felt life within me. I have been a part of it. I have felt it and seen it and I have no doubt in an intelligent design. I have the stretch marks to prove it. I'm not sure how any mother can look at the miracle of pregnancy and birth and parenthood and see anything but intelligence and purpose.
So there you go. SuperMom. Not SuperScientist. But still... ;) C'mon Sheldon.
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