Love Letters

Science vs Theology

“LET ME EXPLAIN THE problem science has with Jesus Christ.” The atheist

professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of

his new students to stand.

“You’re a Christian, aren’t you, son?”

 “Yes, sir.”

 “So you believe in God?”

 “Absolutely.”

 “Is God good?”

 “Sure! God’s good.”

 “Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?”

 “Yes.”

  He considers for a moment. “Here’s one for you. Let’s say there’s a

sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help

them?

 “Would you try?”

 “Yes sir, I would.”

 “So you’re good…!”

 “I wouldn’t say that.”

 “Why not say that? You would help a sick and maimed person if you

could… in fact most of us would if we could…God doesn’t.”

 [No answer.]

“He doesn’t, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer

even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm?

Can you answer that one?”

 [No answer]

 The elderly man is sympathetic. “No, you can’t, can you?” He takes a sip

of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.

In philosophy, you have to go easy with the new ones. “Let’s start

again, young fella.”

 “Is God good?”

 “Er… Yes.”

 “Is Satan good?”

 “No.”

 “Where does Satan come from?” The student falters.

 “From… God…”

 “That’s right. God made Satan, didn’t he?” The elderly man runs his

bony fingers through his thinning hair and turns to the smirking, student

audience. “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun this semester,

ladies and gentlemen.” He turns back to the Christian.

 “Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?”

 “Yes, sir.”

 “Evil is everywhere, isn’t it?  Did God make everything?”

 “Yes.”

 “Who created evil?

 [No answer]

 “Is there sickness in this world? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All the

 terrible things - do they exist in this world? “

 The student squirms on his feet. “Yes.”

 “Who created them? “

 [No answer]

 The professor suddenly shouts at his student. “WHO CREATED THEM? TELL ME,

 PLEASE!”The professor closes in for the kill and climbs into the

 Christian’s face. In a still small voice:

“God created all evil, didn’t He, son?”

 [No answer]

The student tries to hold the steady, experienced gaze and fails.

 Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace the front of the classroom

like an aging panther. The class is mesmerized.

 “Tell me,” he continues, “how is it that this God is good if He created all

evil throughout all time?” The professor swishes his arms around to encompass

the wickedness of the world. “All the hatred, the brutality, all the pain, all

the  torture, allthe death and ugliness and all the suffering created by this

good God is all over the world, isn’t it, young man?”

 [No answer]

 “Don’t you see it all over the place? Huh?”

 Pause.

 “Don’t you?” The professor leans into the student’s face again and

 whispers, “Is God good?”

 [No answer]

 “Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?”

 The student’s voice betrays him and cracks. “Yes, professor. I do.”

 The old man shakes his head sadly. “Science says you have five senses you

 use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen

this Jesus?”

 “No, sir. I’ve never seen Him”

 “Then tell us if you’ve ever heard your Jesus?”

 “No, sir. I have not.”

 “Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your

Jesus… in fact, do you have any sensory perception of your God whatsoever?”

 [No answer]

 “Answer me, please.”

 “No, sir, I’m afraid I haven’t.”

 “You’re AFRAID… you haven’t?”

 “No, sir.”

 “Yet you still believe in him?”

 “…yes…”

 “That takes FAITH!” The professor smiles sagely at the underling.

 “According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol,

 science says your God doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son?

here is your God now?”

 [The student doesn’t answer]

 “Sit down, please.”

 The Christian sits…Defeated.

 Another Christian raises his hand. “Professor, may I address the

class?”

 The professor turns and smiles. “Ah, another Christian in the

vanguard! Come, come, young man. Speak some proper wisdom to the gathering.”

The Christian looks around the room. “Some interesting points you

are making, sir. Now I’ve got a question for you. Is there such thing as

heat?”

 “Yes,” the professor replies. “There’s heat.”

 “Is there such a thing as cold?”

 “Yes, son, there’s cold too.”

 “No, sir, there isn’t.”

 The professor’s grin freezes. The room suddenly goes very cold.

 The second Christian continues. “You can have lots of heat, even more

 heat, super-heat, mega-heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat but we

 don’t have anything called ‘cold’. We can hit 458 degrees below zero,

 which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no

such thing as cold, otherwise we would be able to go colder than -458.

You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We

cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is

energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.”

 Silence. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom.

 “Is there such a thing as darkness, professor?”

 “That’s a dumb question, son. What is night if it isn’t darkness?

What are you getting at…?”

 “So you say there is such a thing as darkness?”

 “Yes…”

 “You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something, it is the

absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light,

flashing light but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it’s

called darkness, isn’t it? That’s the meaning we use to define the word. In

reality, Darkness isn’t. If it were, you would be able to make darkness

darker and give me a jar of it. Can you…give me a jar of darker

darkness, professor?”

 Despite himself, the professor smiles at the young effrontery before him.

  This will indeed be a good semester. “Would you mind telling us what

your point is, young man?”

 “Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed

to start with and so your conclusion must be in error….”

 The professor goes toxic. “Flawed…? How dare you…!”“

 “Sir, may I explain what I mean?”

 The class is all ears.

 “Explain… oh, explain…” The professor makes an admirable effort to

 regain control. Suddenly he is affability itself. He waves his hand to

 silence the class, for the student to continue.

 “You are working on the premise of duality,” the Christian explains.

“That for example there is life and then there’s death; a good God and a

bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something

we can measure. Sir, science cannot even explain a thought. It uses

electricity and magnetism but has never seen, much less fully

understood them. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant

of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is

not the opposite of life, merely the absence of it.”

 The young man holds up a newspaper he takes from the desk of a

neighbor who has been reading it. “Here is one of the most disgusting

tabloids this country hosts, professor. Is there such a thing as immorality?”

 “Of course there is, now look…”

 “Wrong again, sir. You see, immorality is merely the absence of

morality.

 Is there such thing as injustice? No. Injustice is the absence of

justice. Is there such a thing as evil?” The Christian pauses. “Isn’t evil

the absence of good?”

 The professor’s face has turned an alarming color. He is so angry he is

temporarily speechless.

 The Christian continues. “If there is evil in the world, professor, and

we all agree there is, then God, if he exists, must be accomplishing a

work through the agency of evil. What is that work, God is accomplishing?

The Bible tells us it is to see if each one of us will, of our own free

will, choose good over evil.”

  The professor bridles. “As a philosophical scientist, I don’t view this

matter as having anything to do with any choice; as a realist, I

absolutely do not recognize the concept of God or any other theological

factor as being part of the world equation because God is not observable.”

  “I would have thought that the absence of God’s moral code in this

world is probably one of the most observable phenomena going,” the

Christian replies.

 “Newspapers make billions of dollars reporting it every week! Tell me,

 professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?”

  “If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man,

yes, of course I do.”

  “Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?”

  The professor makes a sucking sound with his teeth and gives his

student a silent, stony stare.

  “Professor. Since no-one has ever observed the process of evolution

at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor,

are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but

a priest?”

  “I’ll overlook your impudence in the light of our philosophical

discussion. Now, have you quite finished?” the professor hisses.

  “So you don’t accept God’s moral code to do what is righteous?”

  “I believe in what is - that’s science!”

  “Ahh! SCIENCE!” the student’s face splits into a grin. “Sir, you

rightly state that science is the study of observed phenomena. Science too

is a premise which is flawed…”

  “SCIENCE IS FLAWED..?” the professor splutters.

 The class is in uproar.

 The Christian remains standing until the commotion has subsided. “To

continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, may I

 give you an example of what I mean?” The professor wisely keeps silent.

 The Christian looks around the room. “Is there anyone in the class

who has ever seen the professor’s brain?” The class breaks out in laughter.

 The Christian points towards his elderly, crumbling tutor. “Is there

anyone here who has ever heard the professor’s brain… felt the

professor’s brain, tasted or smelt the professor’s brain?” No one

appears to have done so. The Christian shakes his head sadly. “It appears

no-one here has had any sensory perception of the professor’s brain

whatsoever.

  Well, according to the rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable

protocol, science, I DECLARE that the professor has no brain.”

  The class is in chaos.

  The Christian sits … Because that is what a chair is for.

There are Days

There are days when your love is a fledgling, young and meek

With its eyes hardly seeing, and its head hanging so weak

On sleepy lids barely open, waiting with its hungry beak

To be strengthened by its mother, whose tender touch it dearly seeks;

When the mornings shall come to pass, the baby bird reaches its peak

And haughtily spreads its wings, pierces the air with its loud shriek.

And there are days when your love is a haunting melody

In the darkness and the gloom where I can’t see in front of me

It creeps like a soft mist and tugs at me gently

Searing with a passion my sleeping fantasy;

I awaken with the promise of your words sworn solemnly

My heart and mind comforted, left to rest so peacefully.

Then there are days when I feel like your love for me, at best

Rouses my fear like the thunder, in the middle of a tempest

Sharp and stabbing like the lightning, ripping the sky at its grayest

Though I run and walk away, I return at its behest;

And when the fervor is spent and the storm has passed its crest

We lie quiet and contented, cradled against each other’s chest.

There are days when your love is the air I inspire

That tenderly rocks my spirit as in silence it retires

There are times it’s as fierce as a whirlwind that conspires

To smother me breathless, bereft of breath that I require;

When it’s calm it resembles a fleeting breeze that fans the fire

It’s my relief, yet my demise - my greatest comfort, my sole desire.

Your love, on some days, is like the ocean’s rolling wave

That reels from the coastline, then rejoins to be its slave

It caresses, then it kisses, the sand shoulders that it craves

Finds its home along the beach, nestled silently in enclave;

I am, Darling, the waiting shore, to whom your trust you fully gave

I will wait for you to come, and offer all that I have saved.

Then finally, your love to me, is like a poem truly blessed

Each word living out a tale, of life so sweet and at its best

Our little joys, our ancient woes, tears and laughter, dreams and quests

The true meaning of what we share goes far beyond than sparkling zest;

Those who read in simple sense will see the words that come to rest

And yet, the rhymes we hide away, they may still find to pass the test.

Whatever is your love for me, for all my days, shall be my need

For you alone are the reason for my every thought and deed

Quiet in bed I reach for you, believing that my call you’ll heed

Awakened in the sunlight, your face I find with eyes that plead;

You alone will be the one with whom I’ll share the life I’ll lead

A thousand-fold devote to you this enduring love that is my creed.

by: Tec Sanchez-Tolosa 

To the author: Thanks for posting this. Am inspired to write my own version of “There are Days”