See, here's something that puzzles me on a semi-constant basis. I'm pretty scared of death. Like, the concept honestly freaks me out, and I actually wonder if I'm suffering from depression as I tend to think about my own demise at least once a day. Scary, huh? I'm OK, it just freaks me.
But here's the thing: I believe that death is a God-instated consequence for our rebellion. We screwed up, we are now paying the price. I don't like it, but that's the way it is. However, if I was an athiest and believed all this was just a giant cosmic accident, I don't know that I'd be so accepting. Evolution is all about survivial of the fittest - and yet compared with 6000 odd years ago, we're not living so long. Why haven't the genetically strong "long livers" become the dominant portion of the human race? Anyway, this isn't the point, but is a good one none the less.
The point is this. We are all dying, and yet there are scientists dedicating their lives to developing a better rocket engine, or new technologies to make our TV's thinner, or our computers faster. If they really believe that this is all an accident, then there is NOTHING TO STOP US finding a way to stop ourselves from dying. If death isn't any kind of consequence - just a part of this giant accident that made life, then it is entirely preventable. Why isn't every scientist who possibly can working their butts off 24hrs a day, 7 days a week to find the way to prevent it? Do you get what I mean? If an atheist scientist really holds to the idea that this is it, and there's nothing after death, then how can they go though a day without trying to find the thing that makes us decay? It is inexplicable to me that someone could live like that. If it was me - if I didn't believe in a God who created all this, who we rebelled against, and I believed that my death was the end of my existance - I would be at uni studying biology and chemistry and genetics and anything else I could possibly learn to help me spend my life researching a way to extend my life, preferably indefinatley. I would forego anything and everything in the hope that there was a way that I could avoid death. And hey, if this is it, why wouldn't you? It would be the only thing you could do that would hold any true value.
I need to stop now, because although I like to be logical and composed, the thought of death does scare the crap out of me. I hold to the great hope that when I die I'll be with God thanks to Jesus and what he did for me, but I'm not as strong as I should be. I doubt, I fear and I worry. And it's so wrong, but I don't know how to get past it. So hey, I'll keep working on that. In the mean time, hopefully a few athiest scientists will have a think about why they're content to die meaningless deaths and hopefully see the reality of God and his creation. That's just my POV anyways.
More less-morbid bloggy goodness to come...
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