Neo-Darwinian theory tells us that we evolved through a series of random mutations that conferred beneficial traits upon us making us more fit survivors. Unfortunately, the first step in this process is fraught with difficulty. Mutations are mistakes in genetic replication. The cell even recognizes this fact and has mechanisms designed to repair them. This raises two important questions; first, why would a cell evolve the ability to repair the very event that makes evolution possible? And second, how is it possible for a series of mistakes to make something as complex as a human? Neo-Darwinian evolution forces us to conclude that everything that we see around us is nothing but a “A series of unfortunate events.” Instead of the flattering idea that mankind was created in the image of God, we are forced to admit that we are the poster children for random genetic mistakes.

I suspect that an atheist scientist would be quite impatient with a lab technician that made random mistakes every single day on the job. Being a compassionate employer, he would try and correct this fellow’s missteps, but sadly find that he would fix one mistake one day only to have another one pop up the next day. No rhyme or reason, just random. It wouldn’t take long for the researcher to become frustrated by his inability to make the apprentice better. I doubt if that scientist would continue to keep the fellow employed with the irrational hope that if he just made enough mistakes over a long enough period of time he would eventually produce Nobel Prize winning research. Doesn’t it seem odd that brilliant Neo-Darwinian scientists would place all their faith in random mistakes when they find them intolerable in the laboratory?

When it comes to biological life the atheist scientist becomes increasingly uncomfortable in his laboratory where he is daily confronted with complexity, order, and information. He works hard all-week long, exploring, cataloging, and discovering the complexities of life, but without a god he is forced to enter a church of his own creation; the cathedral of genetic mistakes. His sanctuary is not lined with stained glass windows, but rather glittering casino lights. He is offered communion 24/7 by waitresses who dispense the mind numbing blood of their savior, random chance. The only salvific event present in this casino sanctuary is just one more role of the dice.

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