Re: Adam's story


Logos wrote:
I'd like to share with you all a letter I recently received from a young man
who has, I'm sure you will agree, taken quite an amazing journey. It's no
less entertaining than it is thought-provoking.

Letter from Adam H:

"You don't know me, but I saw you on television the other night, and I
thought 'now there's a brother who's speaking my tongue.' You inpired me to
collect my thoughts and put them to paper. I want to tell you a little
about where I've been, what I've seen, and how it made me.

"As a boy, I was 'one of them.' Yep, one of them secularists. Boy, it's
hard to write that. But Lord Jesus exhorted us to know ourselves (and I've
striven to do so, reading volumes on neuro-linguistic programming.) And
that means coming to grips with my past. So I'm going to lay it all out.

"I was a big believer in Darwin, and of the Darwinists. I read volumes and
volumes of their books. I could tell you the difference between allopatric
and sympatric speciation. I was going to follow in Richard Dawkins'
footsteps. In college I was in all the advanced bio courses. I wore my
hair long, didn't wash, and burned incense to cover the constant odor of
marijuana in my room. I would attend evolutionist rallies and eagerly hoist
up their placards. One night, a college Christian group was hosting a panel
of theologians on campus, and I'm ashamed to admit I allowed myself to get
pressured into forming a human chain with other evolutionists and College
Progressives to prevent entry to the event. I saw one of the Christians
come out and try to dialogue with us and I stood there impotently as he got
ganged up on, viciously denigrated and pelted with hazardous materials. A
tiny co-ed, a real firebrand supra-feminazi, got in my face and exhorted me
to get in on the action, but I managed to slink away. I tried to numb
myself to such injustices, telling myself it was all for the greater good,
but deep down my inner spirit was shouting, practically screaming, that
something was dead wrong about all this.

"And then one day, I was invited by one of my biology professors to dinner.
This guy was a real liberal kook looking back on it. I showed up at his
apartment one evening, admittedly looking like a geek with my bow tie and
loafers, cradling some cheap bottle of wine that I got from the campus
liquor store. The guy answers the door in his bathrobe, grinning that grin
that they all have, and invited me in. There was another man there, who my
professor introduced as his 'partner' and who was himself a professor in the
environmental sciences (an oxymoron if I ever heard one.)

Science has no environment? Environments are not scientific? Or perhaps
you don't understand the word oxymoron?

The environmental
professor looked me over suspiciously.

"Immediately I started discussing the latest lesson, something about
ribosomes or endoplasmic reticulum, when my professor stopped me. I was
asked to sit, and I sat in a tiny wooden chair with the two of them sitting
in a couch facing me. They wanted to know everything about me: who I talked
to, who I hung out with, where I went, how I liked to spend my time. I
reluctantly answered their questions, but I didn't like where this was
going.

"That's when they started in on their 'Good Communitarian' schpiel. If I
wanted to be a valued member of the evolutionist community, I would have to
be a team player, and take one for the team, he said. All the wonderful
mysteries of evolution would be laid before me, if I would simply play the
game. I asked what he meant by all this. He lit a cigarette and went on.
'How do you feel about beneficial mutations,' he asked probingly. Trying to
be firm but respectful, I replied that no beneficial mutation had ever been
observed, and that all geneticists agreed that mutations, by definition,
could only be harmful.

All geneticists agree nothing of the sort. Mutations, of which each of
us have about 100, are largely neutral with respect to the environment
we were born into. If the environment changes, any individual mutation
may turn out to be detrimental or beneficial depending on the direction
of the environmental change.


"There was a painful, pregnant silence. Admittedly, I was a little nieve in
these matters, because in class the professors always danced around the
issue. At the time I had no idea what I had just stepped into.

"My professor finally spoke up. 'But you see, my boy,' cracking a pained
smile, 'beneficial mutations happen all the time. Oh, I know to the
uninitiated it might sound impossible, what with organisms being as
blindingly complex as they are. But face facts, our solar system is an open
ended system. Thus, while entropy always increases in the universe at
large, our pleasant little solar system, like an oasis, basks in the glow of
positive net inputs of energy from the rest of the solar system. This is
the raw material for beneficial mutations.

You are mixing two lies, and ending up confused. Mutations take no more
energy than faithful reproduction. The solar system is not closed
thermodynamically, but proportionately little of the Suns energy
escapes it. You are probably thinking of the Earth, which is the
recipient of a vast amount of solar energy, which is used by a huge
variety of living creatures to do biological work, before eventually
being released as heat.

Without it, all species would
tend toward greater disorder, dereliction and death.

"Now I was confused, and for the first time, I began to sense what these
guys were all about. Entropy always increases, unless an intelligent
intervener, (Man or G_d) reverses it. A beneficent Universe does not bestow
energy upon us, like an intelligent being. I began to sense in my mind what
they were doing. They were replacing one G_d with another. They were
playing games with language. But why?

"They went on. They told me that while macroevolution had never been
observed,

Wrong. Macroevolution has been observerd both in the wild, and in the
laboratory.

it was an essential construct for the evolutionist acolyte to
depend on. There were strata delineating full, gradual progressions of
fossils from one phyla to the next. It was all there, in the rock. I asked
why this information had been suppressed before this point.

Because you've never read a book or been to a museum? The information
is only hidden from those who refuse to look.

And then,
glancing at eachother and then back to me, they hit me with it: the
information was suppressed because the public couldn't handle it. Evolution
was for the elite, for those who were strong enough, rich enough, bold
enough, to chart their own lives and rule others. Let the public hear only
half the story, enough to plant seeds of doubt in their minds about G_d, but
not enough to use the knowledge to their advantage.

"That was when I asked them, 'Is there a G_d?' They at once flew into a
rage, pushing over furniture, lambasting my character and that of my
mother's, berating me for entertaining such ideas.

Were they shedding tears of rage? I hope they were.

I was scared. Real
scared. But suddenly, I felt an inner strength. A fire within me that had
for long been dormant. I rose up and told them they were charlatans. I
would not play their games. I would not be the 'Good Communitarian.' I
would Love and Serve the Lord, and pray for their souls. Like two vampires,
they shrieked and backed away from me. I left and never looked back.

"That is my story. Now, I am active in the church, serving in a vibrant New
Age ministry, going off on missions throughout the world. Last month I
helped build a church and recreation center in the middle of bombed out
Kabul.

The Afghan government executes Muslims who convert to Christianity. You
did know that, didn't you?

The looks on the faces of those people was something I'll never
forget. I'd like to see those evolutionists ever do something like that, if
they'd ever come down from their ivory towers. I won't hold my breath."

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