We welcome you to a celebration without hope! There is no resurrection, no life after death, and hey, no judgment, so EAT, DRINK and BE MERRY for tomorrow we die!
We will begin by singing “Here Comes the Evolution Tale”
Here comes the E-vo-lution tale
Running down the rabbit trail
Hippity Homo Sapiens’ on his way!
Nothing for every girl and boy
No God no hope and no joy
Things to make your whole life not so gay!
He’s got Mutations for Tommy
Selection for sister Sue
There’s a banana for your ape mommy
And for your hairy daddy too
Oh! here comes the E-vo-lution tale
Hoppin’ down the monkey trail
He’s not quite human, but he’s on his way!
And now, for the sermon. But the joking is over. It’s time to think.
The Empty Tomb
Just Plain Empty
In the almost 40 years since I became a Creationist while a biology student, one of the things that has fascinated me most has been the question of why so many people are willing to argue and fight (hopefully only verbally) for a theory (Evolution) that offers no satisfying answers to the basic questions of life. When I was growing up wondering who I was, what was the meaning of life, and where I was going, being told I was the descendent of a simian with no real purpose and then I’d just die and it would be all over just didn’t quite satisfy my curious and hungering soul. Too, as an amateur astronomer, when I would go out beneath the night sky and gaze at the vast and beautiful universe, I just knew there had to be something more, and I would often speak to God, though I didn’t know who God was or even if He really existed.
Once I became a Creationist (through critical study of my biology and other texts and a Creationist friend who actually seemed to have answers to my questions) I then began to devour not just Creationist literature, but Evolutionist writings too. It’s always good to learn both sides of the story, and to know what the “other guy” believes. What fascinated me was how writers like Carl Sagan and Stephen Gould and so many others who believed in Evolution seemed to glory in proclaiming the insignificance of the Earth and its inhabitants. Nowadays we have the likes of Richard Dawkins, the pope of Atheism, and Neil DeGrasse Tyson actually becoming militant about defending our insignificance and the non-existence of any deity. Isn’t that a curious thing? Ask yourself, “Why should someone wish to vehemently defend a position which proclaims his insignificance and hopelessness?”
In the end, if there is no God, no judgment, and no afterlife, what is the point of existence? Worse even, if you are a scientist supposedly searching for “truth” (though defining exactly what that “truth” is is another matter entirely), do you stop to think that in the evolutionary scheme of things you will never find it? You’re going to die, and that’s it. No more questions. No more answers. No more searching. No more experiments. No more. Nothing. You’re finished. You’re fodder for other evolving things, and that’s all. Doesn’t that at least give you pause?
Ahh, but like Carl Sagan in his book The Dragons of Eden, you can’t allow for an afterlife because after all you’re a scientist and if there’s no “proof” of it, you simply can’t accept it. The fact that someone changed history by returning from the dead doesn’t matter. You weren’t there to see it. Come to think of it, you weren’t there to see the universe evolve either, but what does that matter? Carl Sagan admitted (in the aforementioned book) how badly he missed his parents, and it is moving and terribly saddening to read his hopeless musings, wanting to see his parents again, but because he had no “proof” of an afterlife, he couldn’t believe they still existed or that he could possibly see them again.
But oh how Sagan’s desire is betrayed when at the end of the movie Contact, based on his book of that title, the main character Ellie’s long-deceased father “appears” to her again as a phantasm, and says that it’s “always been this way.” That is, life exists and just continues to exist as some wispy, immaterial mirage, some shell of our former selves, but not a real being. Interesting how people like Sagan, Isaac Asimov and others intertwined careers of science and science fiction, sometimes blurring the distinction between the two. Certainly the theory of Evolution, with its never-ending “just-so” stories about where the camel got its hump and other mysteries of life, is so well adapted to the science fiction genre that the average person can’t tell what is real science and what is mere storytelling.
So, as godless Evolutionists, where are we then? We came from apes. Who cares how many millions of years ago? We have no real purpose other than that which we assign to ourselves and others, and why even bother? We have no hope whatsoever after death. There is no God, no ultimate justice, no answering for evil. No explanation of evil, or good for that matter.
Is that really worth fighting for? Is it worth dying for?