Evolution seems cold and hesitant, like all science.
I could never understand how it could seem that way to me. As a young boy, climbing the cliffs overlooking the Mississippi River, and wondering how the cliffs and river and living things got there, I knew I would spend a lifetime finding out.
And to my surprise, the scientists were exactly like children poking about in the leaf litter, and looking at rocks and trying to figure out why they are they way they are.
It is, above all other things, fun. It’s the treat of being the first one over the next hill, and finding out what’s there. It’s a warm, human, and inspiring way.
It’s limited, of course, and beyond the physical universe, it can see nothing at all. But it would be as foolish to say that is atheistic as it would be to call plumbing “atheistic” for having nothing to say about God.
It requires serious involvement to fascinate.
I have a son who is an artist. One is a lawyer. One is a software developer. One daughter actually makes a living coaching soccer, and another is studying to be an actuary. All of them love science and are fascinated by it.
A complete education should include God, art, science, mathematics, and history.
Years ago, I read magazine editorial, in which a writer expressed pity for a young girl whose father was explaining to her how the brilliant colors of fall foliage happened. She argued that the father had stolen the magic away.
I truly pity that woman’s children. God’s real creation is so much more amazing and lovely than the “magic” that there is no comparison.
Kids can live better with “we aren’t sure yet”, than they can with the “magic.”