Friday, October 2, 2015

In a Galaxy Far Far Away

Based on my current knowledge, if you were to plop me into, say, the 18th century, I wonder if I'd have the presence of mind to tell Ben Franklin, "I'll tell you what, electricity and lightning are indeed connected. So let's lay the kite/key/storm idea to rest. Too risky."

Or what about when Anton van Leeuwenhoek invented the microscope in 1675? Suppose I was able to go back and suggest to him, "According to my calculations, what you see there are germs. And germs can kill people. Now go wash your hands for 30 seconds." Would he have taken me up on it? Or would I have sounded nerdy? Or would the very suggestion have made him fall madly in love with me and whisk me off to his castle

Why, in those days, 2015 Molly would be considered a math and science phenom! Today, not so much. Today, my suggestions are limited to teeth whitening strips and Disneyland on a Tuesday. Anything BUT electricity and germs.

Of course, that's not to say my ears don't perk up at a good origin-of-the-universe chinwag. I find it all fascinating. For example, they say if the balance between gravity and the expansion rate were shifted just a teeny bit, as in one part in one million, billion, billion, billion, billion, billion, billion, we'd have no earth or planets or stars... or star wars. And no you and me.

But what I find even more fascinating is the faith some people have that believes the universe happened by chance. That it's all a big cosmic accident. Sure I'm a woman who dabbles in faith, but my faith has never gotten that strong.

Freeman Dyson puts it this way: "As we look out into the universe and identify the many accidents of physics and astronomy that have worked to our benefit, it almost seems as if the universe must in some sense have known that we were coming."

Something, someone, knew we were coming alright. A great cosmic mind was planning for us. Sure there are many unknowns, but putting a creator at the start of it all - believing we were designed by a designer - I think gives the best account for our mind-blowing complexity.

Psalm 19:1-2 says, "The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge."
And I suppose if I were time-machined back to the day when scientists first began discussing the three basic states of matter, I would have assured them, "What really 'matters' around here is YOU, for each one of you is a masterful work of intelligence." (See what I did there?)