I’m not as smart as a lot of folks on here, and I’m not being sarcastic in saying that. There’s some real erudition, and I admire it.
Not being a scholar of either the Bible or science, I keep coming to this in my thinking. All sorts of scientific folk think there might be more intelligent life out in the universe than ourselves. Theoretically, at least, I don’t think there would be many who would say, categorically, that it couldn’t be so.
Now, once you admit of that possibility, you have to admit of the possibility that the intelligence gap could be as great as that between, say, a sea snail and a human. If so, the more intelligent being would have to make adjustments for the less intelligent being in order to tell it anything at all. And if the gap is profound, so would the adjustments be profound.
I don’t know math from the back side of the moon, but I see these physicists on tv with their blackboards full of symbols, and I realize that if you took all the formulas explaining the Big Bang, if indeed, they’re even accessible to human formulation, and tried to make a Bible of them, there wouldn’t be paper enough on a hundred worlds to write them all down. And if somehow one did, who would understand them?
Now, what’s the alternative to that huge Bible with all the formulas in it that the Hebrews (and I) would simply regard in bewilderment? Directly infusing the knowledge? And could we survive that? Instant knowledge of all those formulas and "H"s and "C"s of the periodic chart and the electron dot configurations and all the interactions of the microparticles that quantum mechanics deals with. Could we?
I have sometimes thought that if, indeed, angels do perform the function of maintaining some of the processes of the universe (through the power of God), all of that information, and more, would be the identity of that angel. And if that angel so much as told us its true name, we would have strokes and die. And that’s just an angel.
So, okay, I’m a simple guy, thinking about angels like that. (Yet, the Bible tells us we could not, in this life see the “Face of God” and live, so perhaps much less than seeing the Face of God would be sufficient. Maybe even the face of an angel would do it.) But it intrigues me, anyway.
So we consider whether the Bible was a “cut down” version of what happened. We wonder whether a “day” in the Genesis story was 24 hours as now reckoned. We can wonder whether time was then what it is now. We can wonder whether time is an absolute at all, or whether our notion of it is just a convention we have because we see the sun come up and go down and divide the event into convenient segments. Physicists wonder whether time gets changed around Black Holes, or even somehow arrested in its tracks. And now some physicists posit the interaction of “membranes” and dimensions to explain Big Bangs, and we then might ask “what’s time in between 'branes”?
The one thing, though, I think we can be sure of is this. It is not given to us to know the Mind of God. God told Job that, early on in the Bible. God tells us all we know, and He tells us in lots of ways.
And we don’t know how God performs miracles, or we would be able to perform them ourselves. Could Jesus so align the atoms of His body with those in a wall that He could walk through it? We’re all mostly space, you know. Or did He simply change His rules a bit; alter the formulas on a blackboard, so to speak. Or was the “walking through the wall” formula always on a blackboard in a room we have never visited?
I truly love all of this scientific stuff, as little as I really understand it. And I love the creation stories, and the mental picture of Adam walking through the garden naming the animals, and I even love the arguments people put forth about both. I love the picture of leviathan awakening for the first time in his cold, deep waters, and that of God igniting the Big Bang with a word spoken through all eternity and bubbling for countless eons between the ‘branes’ He also created for the purpose of igniting that spark. But one thing I can never get out of my mind is the staggering gap that exists between my mind and that of God. Nor can I get it out of my mind that He speaks to us when and how He wishes to speak to us, and how he might speak to Steven Hawking and how He might have spoken to some desert shepherds does not make either of the messages incorrect, or, in their own ways, less than necessary.
Guess I’m kind of grateful that He cares enough to speak to us at all.