I scan the horizon from my Intensive Care watchtower monitoring the enemy. I see the glow of their campfires in the distance, their flags emblazoned with the silhouette of Darwin’s face relentlessly flapping in the breeze. I hear their battle cry, “Survival of the fittest!, Survival of the fittest!” echoing through the valley of death as they wait for an opportunity to attack. I inspect the battlefield looking for the weak, helpless, and unfit. The battle horn sounds. A woman is delivering an extremely premature baby at the borderline of viability. We wheel out our ventilators and incubators to the frontline like cannons poised for battle. An infantry of nurses and respiratory therapists, armed with catheters, tubes, and medications, march into the fray. The baby is delivered! I wield my endotracheal tube like a sword and establish an airway. The battle is on!

Neonatologists battle evolution everyday. Guess what? You pay them to do it! You also sue them when it doesn’t go well! These physicians empower the evolutionarily inferior to survive by outfitting them with the latest technology; gastrostomy feeding tubes, tracheostomies, wheelchairs, and ventriculo-peritoneal shunts, and then send them to outposts, such as the Shriner’s hospital and the Guild school, where they continue to skirmish with their Darwinian enemy. Neonatologists, it appears, are caretakers of a nursery of evolutionary invalids and cripples. Is that really how you perceive them? No! Neonatologists are viewed as heroes, as protectors of the weak. Society not only expects them to do their job, but rewards them for doing it well. If you adhere to a strictly evolutionary explanation of life and yet still admire their job, then you had better rethink your view because you can’t have it both ways. It appears that society pays homage to its evolutionary creator but then funds the insurgency movement.

It is one thing to believe in evolution in your sterile laboratory with test tubes and centrifuges, but quite another to let your worldview rubber meet the real life road by entering a neonatal unit, holding a dying baby in your hands, and telling the parents that their child was just evolutionarily unfit, mere collateral damage on the road to the most highly evolved human. Jesus will have none of that. He violates evolution 101 by replacing natural selection with divine selection and then has the gall to tell us that those who are ill prepared for the evolutionary battle will be  the first to dance into the new Kingdom.

And he answered them, “Go and tell John what you have seen and heard: the blind receive their sight, the lame walk, lepers are cleansed, and the deaf hear, the dead are raised up, the poor have good news preached to them. And blessed is the one who is not offended by me.” (Luke 7: 22-23)