To further elaborate on a previous post about time, I now
reach into not chronological numbers but rather the brute force of math and
mathematical equations and formula. I do so by looking at society and probability.
Some call the chances of something luck or fortune but to a believing Christian
there is no such thing as luck. There is no chance. In a universe created and sustained by an omnipotent
and omniscient God, there are no accidents no chance and no stray moments or molecules.
There are only providence and sovereignty. There are plans and control.
Every decade, the institutions that shape Western life such
as media, universities, nonprofits, government, and the arts, all grow more
certain that atheism or secular humanism are the only serious worldview. In every
decade, the culture grows colder and less beautiful because of the absence of God
in not only society but also individual people’s lives. The soulless
architecture like the Obama Library, the hollow entertainment riddled with
LGBTQ+ propaganda, the art and movies with rife feminism that no one cares
about, are all products of a civilization that stops leaving room for wonder. That
stopped accepting the possibility of the supernatural or metaphysical. The
society that has shunned God. In so doing they've shunned beauty and true meaning.
You hear it in how our godless intellectuals speak about us.
Humans are not miracles wrestling with forces larger than ourselves. We are referred to as byproducts,
chemical accidents, the end result of purposeless cause and effect and the output of reactions no
one chose and nothing oversaw. If you look deep enough though and follow the
materialist's or empiricist's own science, and you arrive at something
unmistakably and clearly miraculous. Not only a mathematical miracle or astronomical improbability
but a legitimate honest-to-goodness supernatural miracle.
For life to be possible at all, a series of cosmic
constants, such as gravity, had to fall within impossibly narrow margins. Shift
any of them even slightly, and there is no universe, no stars, and no humanity.
Beyond those constants lies the precision of the universe's own starting
conditions. Oxford physicist Roger Penrose calculated the odds of that
precision. One in ten to the power of ten to the 123rd or 1010
to the 123 power. You can't comprehend that number, and neither can I. It
cannot be written down. It’s too impossibly large. As Penrose noted, there are
fewer particles in the universe than there are zeros in that figure. The number
is larger than the thing it describes. Instead of conceding that God or an omnipotent
designer is the cause, the atheist/materialists' answer is luck or chance. But
when the odds run past anything reality can count, we got lucky stops being scientific
argument or even a compelling explanation. It is an intellectually lazy excuse and escape hatch from needing to reason through your argument.
A limitless mind contemplating the impossible number, is dramatized perfectly in Watchmen. Dr. Manhattan sees every particle and moves matter at will. Yet, seeing only the material makes him cold callous and soulless. Human life starts to look meaningless to him. What breaks through the detachment is sheer enormity of the numbers…the math itself.
Specifically, the improbability of
beauty from chaos. That's what these astronomical odds look like to mere humans...uniformity, symmetry and beauty.
It’s like weaving oxygen into gold. We all believe that we long to witness such
a miraculous event, and yet we often neglect to realize that in the offspring
of human coupling we produce a unique individual every single time. No two are
the same. Every person different. Evey soul different. Billions upon billions
and every single one of them improbable.
Trillions upon trillions of cells compete to create life generation upon generation. And out of that unfathomable contradiction or impossibility and against unfathomable
odds, it's a human infant that emerges every single time. In a nearly perfect
form, from a supposed singular point or moment of chaos eons ago in the Creation. Just luck, no plan, no design. Any rational mind sees that this is clearly nonsense.
It is in the human newborn that the most powerful
materialist mind ever known is undone not by sentiment, but by the sheer scale and brute force of immense numbers. A
civilization comes to resemble what it believes about itself. If the West wants
its vitality back, its institutions can no longer be guided by cold nihilistic
belief systems that degrade the miracle of life. We shouldn't be surprised that
as a society fails to value life as it does today, it also begins to wither and die itself.
Psalm 14:1 The fool says in his heart, “There is no God.”
They are corrupt, they do abominable deeds; there is none who does good.
Romans 1:19-23 For what may be known about God is plain to them, because God has made it plain to them. For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen, being understood from His workmanship, so that men are without excuse. For although they knew God, they neither glorified Him as God nor gave thanks to Him, but they became futile in their thinking and darkened in their foolish hearts. Although they claimed to be wise, they became fools, and exchanged the glory of the immortal God for images of mortal man and birds and animals and reptiles.








