Sackcloth And Ashes
Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 1:04 am
Recently, I wrote a book called The God Delusion, in which I viciously and unfairly attacked Christianity and Christians, of whatever kind, in a manner completely inconsistent with both the mature, civil, and intellectually serious demeanor expected f an intelligent, educated man. My arguments there, unlike my reputation and standing in the academic world would suggest, were anti-intellectual, strained, ignorant of basic historical facts and complexities, and bigoted.
I say all this because, recently, two young men knocked on my door, just as I was finishing Gould's The Structure of Evolutionary Theory, and introduced themselves as missionaries from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Now, being a very militant and intolerant secularist, My first instinct was to turn loose my trained Galapagos guard Finches on these two right wing fascist pigs and watch the flesh stripped from their faces as they begged me for little deserved mercy.
But, being in a feisty mood that day, I let them in with the intention of debating them into the ground and sending them back to their mission President bruised and battered.
But something strange begin to happen as they spoke. I begin to feel, as they told me of the restoration of the original Gospel of Jesus Christ, a being, the very though of which, had at all times in the past sent me into lengthy fits of chortling condescension, a warm, good feeling that spread, in stages, throughout my consciousness and feelings until I was almost as a child, listening raptly as they spoke of The Book of Mormon, the Plan of Salvation, and how family can be forever. Whatever the ultimate truth about evolution is, and I'm still convinced that it is, in all its particulars, the correct view of how life arose on this planet biologically, the Lord revealed to me later that day, that what these two young men had taught me was true.
After several weeks of heavy drinking, severe bouts of bipolar manic depression, and a serious episode of OCD, I finally came to the realization that my entire worldview had changed. I knew it, I knew God knew it, and I could not deny it. Then one night, after I had roasted all my trained Finches over my Coleman and fed them to my pet Komodo Dragon Renfro, the Spirit of Carl Sagan appeared to me while reading the book of Moroni in my study, and told me that the LDS church was true, that there was a God, and that just saying "I'm sorry Sir, I was wrong" didn't quite hack it once one had left his body and gone into the spirit world. He said Stephan Gould tried that but ended up teaching basic biology to some of Genghis's Khan's infantrymen, who apparently needed this knowledge to progress to the next stage, which was teaching 20th century liberal biologists the first discussion.
I say all this because I see so many here who are like I was only weeks before: an egoistic, self satisfied, liberal intellectual snob who though he knew quite a bit but has come to understand how really little he does know.
I plead for humility here on this board, and ask all of those who have not taken Moroni's challenge to do so, and do so sincerely and with real intent, as the scriptures teach.
Because believe me, you don't want Carl Sagan appearing to you to make this stuff sink in. He has billions and billions of years in which to make his point, and he's not in any hurry. I haven't been able to get rid of him yet, and he isn't, you know, Mr. personality.
RD
I say all this because, recently, two young men knocked on my door, just as I was finishing Gould's The Structure of Evolutionary Theory, and introduced themselves as missionaries from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Now, being a very militant and intolerant secularist, My first instinct was to turn loose my trained Galapagos guard Finches on these two right wing fascist pigs and watch the flesh stripped from their faces as they begged me for little deserved mercy.
But, being in a feisty mood that day, I let them in with the intention of debating them into the ground and sending them back to their mission President bruised and battered.
But something strange begin to happen as they spoke. I begin to feel, as they told me of the restoration of the original Gospel of Jesus Christ, a being, the very though of which, had at all times in the past sent me into lengthy fits of chortling condescension, a warm, good feeling that spread, in stages, throughout my consciousness and feelings until I was almost as a child, listening raptly as they spoke of The Book of Mormon, the Plan of Salvation, and how family can be forever. Whatever the ultimate truth about evolution is, and I'm still convinced that it is, in all its particulars, the correct view of how life arose on this planet biologically, the Lord revealed to me later that day, that what these two young men had taught me was true.
After several weeks of heavy drinking, severe bouts of bipolar manic depression, and a serious episode of OCD, I finally came to the realization that my entire worldview had changed. I knew it, I knew God knew it, and I could not deny it. Then one night, after I had roasted all my trained Finches over my Coleman and fed them to my pet Komodo Dragon Renfro, the Spirit of Carl Sagan appeared to me while reading the book of Moroni in my study, and told me that the LDS church was true, that there was a God, and that just saying "I'm sorry Sir, I was wrong" didn't quite hack it once one had left his body and gone into the spirit world. He said Stephan Gould tried that but ended up teaching basic biology to some of Genghis's Khan's infantrymen, who apparently needed this knowledge to progress to the next stage, which was teaching 20th century liberal biologists the first discussion.
I say all this because I see so many here who are like I was only weeks before: an egoistic, self satisfied, liberal intellectual snob who though he knew quite a bit but has come to understand how really little he does know.
I plead for humility here on this board, and ask all of those who have not taken Moroni's challenge to do so, and do so sincerely and with real intent, as the scriptures teach.
Because believe me, you don't want Carl Sagan appearing to you to make this stuff sink in. He has billions and billions of years in which to make his point, and he's not in any hurry. I haven't been able to get rid of him yet, and he isn't, you know, Mr. personality.
RD