I was watching my friend John
play bass guitar.
Sometimes I indulge hubristic
fantasies in which I, like Columbo solving a crime, convert atheists, evolutionists, and democrats to my
perspective. I had such a fantasy while watching John play.
John is a world-class
musician specializing in southern-classic (aka real) rock and roll. John’s
fingers fly across his guitar faster than I can see. John’s playing is a rock
and roll problem for the Theory of Evolution.
As I watched John play, I
imagined having a conversation with a hard-core evolutionist. I ask "Mr.
Evolutionist, can you believe how well John plays bass?" He answers
dreamily, "its amazing!" I ask, “do you really believe that his
gift, in all its incomprehensible cognitive complexity, and the emotions,
memories, and urge to dance it triggers in us, traces all the way back to the primordial
soup in an unbroken chain of gradual change and natural selection?”
In my imagination my friend confesses,
“not really.”
I believe John’s gift has a
Giver.
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