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Big Bang Theory, Part 2

           

This is a guest post by The Urban Blabbermouth. Comments are welcome!
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The Nobel Prize in Physics was awarded to the guys who came up with the God Particle at Big Bang. Is there be a Nobel Prize for Religion that can be awarded for Intelligent Design Theory?  I do not know what the idea of Intelligent Design really means. Maybe it’s that God created the universe and it’s science's job to figure out how He did it.

I have a hard time seeing God sitting at a drafting table drawing up the universe. I think that those details just happened. It’s like when I decide to go run a mile -- my mind says run and my body does the rest. My mind says run faster and it happens. I do not think about how to run but the back of my mind makes it happen. It may well be the same for God. “Let there be…” and it happened. The back of God’s mind did the rest.

I heard a Catholic priest say that the idea of Intelligent Design is a bad idea. The priest said that Intelligent Design suggests that God only exists where we do not have enough knowledge to explain what we see. The priest says that God exists everywhere including those areas where we have enough knowledge to explain what we see.

Wow! That instantly made sense to me. Today, we cannot fully explain much about how the universe started or how it still works so why attribute this lack of knowledge to Intelligent Design? Past civilizations (the Greeks/Romans as an example) used their version of “gods” to explain that which they did not understand. So there was a god of the sun, god of the sea, etc. Today, we do not accept a god of the sun as we better understand planets and solar systems.

The Catholic priest wanted to dispel a terribly scary idea that we created a single God in Intelligent Design theory to do what the Greeks/Romans did with multiple gods. 

Too deep for me. I leave it to smarter folks.


Comments

Van Goggins said…
It sounds to me like you may have figured it out. Congrats!

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