The Cult of Evolution
Evolution is a cult. Darwin is their leader.
I know, I know, the evolutionists don’t worship Darwin. But they don’t get away with following his lead as religiously as they have without earning them cult status, in my opinion.
The funny thing about it is how quickly they’ve been able to turn the world toward their ideas. For the vast majority of the 5,000 years of recorded thought, every society in history has held to intelligent design and creationism of one kind or another. But now, in the last 50-75 years, they’ve not only become a popular alternative idea about origins, but they’ve insulated themselves within the scientific and academic communities. The hubris that evolution proponents and advocates display when defending their doctrines is matched only by the completeness of their stranglehold on public discussion of science.
I’ll go on record here as being of the opinion that the teaching of creationism can safely be confined to private schools, such as the one where I teach creationism! I have no such burden as George W. Bush to change the way science is taught in the public schools; the changes he and his evangelical army are proposing smack of a union of church and state. The wall of separation is there to protect our collective freedom to believe whatever we want about God and our origins. If that means you have to go to a private Christian school to be taught creationism, so much the better for my school, and my job security!
But when you meet an atheist-evolutionist, their concept of history is so unlike what has actually taken place, it’s a little like hanging out with a Hare Krishna cultist. They exist in a dreamworld of their own devising. They willingly forget 5,000 years of history and culture, and sweep it all away with a wave of Darwin’s wand. Until a few generations ago, the world even in all its rich religious diversity agreed that life was created, designed, and therefore meaningful. Disagreeing widely on the specifics of how creation actually happened, there is nevertheless resounding harmony on the fact of intelligent design.
Then one man sets forth some radical ideas on mutations and natural selection, and suddenly he unwittingly spawns a cult following. Yes, a non-religious cult, because a spinoff effect of his ideas is a rejection of religion as a weakness, and unnecessary, and on-its-way-out. But a cult, surely, since it takes almost as much devotion and faith to cling to evolutionary ideas as it does to remain a Krishna, a Branch Davidian, or a member of Jim Jones’ People’s Temple. Almost as much. Because evolutionists have this advantage: lots of very smart people agree with them, and fervently reinforce the belief system– the high school biology teacher, the head of NASA, the park ranger, the tour guide at the natural history museum, science fiction writers, and the National Science Foundation. Who are we to disagree with them?
Well, who are we to ignore thousands of years of cultural history? Who are we to ignore the missing links in the evolutionary chain? Who are we to ignore the problem of irreducible complexity? Who are we to consign to history’s trash heap of discarded ideas that great religious assumption, “In the beginning, God…”? Without even a second look? Me, that’s who. That was me, as a teenager, educated in the public schools of Battle Creek, rejecting all religion on the basis of the most cursory contact with it. But I was persuaded to take a second, and third look, a longer, more serious and thoughtful look at the evidence for creation.
And I was then convinced that evolution was wrong, and that life was intelligently designed, and lovingly created.
Suddenly, life had meaning.