A long time ago (about four decades actually), in a university far, far away (well, it was really only about two hours north of here), it was a time of civil war—between science and my Christian upbringing. It was so gradual, I didn’t even realize it was happening until it was too late. It wasn’t that science overwhelmed my spirituality through brute force and unassailable truth. I didn’t just sit back one day and say, “Well that clinches it, science wins through superior logic!”
Instead, it was more like a slow erosion. None of my physics professors or fellow physics majors (either of them!) flat out said, “God is a myth” or “Jesus was just a fine fellow.” But we all thought science had – or would eventually have – all the answers to all the mysteries of the universe. The Big Bang started things. Evolution shaped everything. The laws of physics and thermodynamics and others controlled things. Einstein explained things. Quarks were the building blocks of all things. We had it all figured out, so what need was there for God?