Does the Big Bang need a Creator?

Believer ponders faith and science.

 

Marcus Robertson | What we’re reading

The heavens under which we sit are full of wonder, mystery and motivation. We attempt to understand through science — the systematic study through observation and experimentation, with the goal of eliminating ignorance and misunderstanding.
Science is based on fact, but too often we treat our theory as fact. Theory is the analysis of a set of facts in relation to one another. Unfortunately, we sometimes use theories in an attempt to explain away our faith. This is false — and wrong.

One of the most famous theories is, of course, the Big Bang theory — an attempt to explain the origins of the universe itself. Though it is a theory that can’t be proved or disproved, many scientists treat it as fact — and have even moved on to determining what happened before the Big Bang. People of faith who accept this theory voice the belief that such a massive, universe-creating event required a divine hand.
 

 

Stephen Hawking and Leonard Mlodinow. The Grand Design. (Reprint edition) New York: Bantam, 2012. 208 pages

One of our greatest scientific minds, Stephen Hawking, disagrees. In “The Grand Design,” he and Leonard Mlodinow argue that God isn’t necessary to explain the origins of the universe, that the Big Bang could be the consequence of physics alone. This, however, only is true if the laws of physics that exist today also existed before the Big Bang.

When scientists use the classical laws of physics to explore the Big Bang, they encounter a singularity — a place where the laws of physics break down, Hawking writes. We do not understand what happened before the universe reached this point. To me, this indicates that a transcendent God is needed to start the universe. Physics alone is not enough.

“What is it that breathes fire into the equations and makes a universe for them to describe?” Hawking and many other scientists have asked that question. My response comes from Isaiah 55:8-9: “‘For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,’ declares the Lord. ‘As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.’”

Marcus Robertson was baptized at age 13 at the Bayside Church of Christ in Virginia Beach, Va. He studied at Virginia State University and finished his bachelor’s in communications at Temple University in Philadelphia. He now lives in Durham, N.C., where he worships with the Southside Church of Christ.

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June 2017

A Great Bundle of Troubles — The Untainted Gospel blog

(John Newton) Sometimes I compare the troubles we have to undergo in the course of a year, to a great bundle of sticks far too large for us to lift. But God does not require us to carry the whole at once. He mercifully unties the bundle, and gives us first one stick, which we […]

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The Shack: A Story On Suffering and Hope — Kingdom Seeking

Last Friday evening I watched the film The Shack directed by Stuart Hazeldine. This film is based on the 2007 novel of the same title by William P. Young. Having read the book, I wanted to see the film too. Like most film adaptations of a book, the movie loses some of the dialogue. Nevertheless, it’s […]

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Why a Reliable Bible Matters

 

Many people reject God’s Word because they claim that the Bible writers made a number of errors. Could we have a book from God that contains one or more mistakes and errors? How does this affect one’s faith in God? Join Eric Lyons as he examines this topic about why the reliability of the Bible matters.

 

 

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Fatherhood: The precious, complex decisions that make a great person

 

I consider it a blessing that our nation marks one Sunday a year to honor fathers.

Bailey McBride | The Christian Chronicle

June 12, 2017

I knew my father was a good man, but I had to be a father myself before I valued all he was to me.

He was very quiet. He never made small talk. He tried to teach me to throw a baseball and a football, but my coordination made those impossible tasks. We had better luck with fishing and golfing, but his greatest contribution to my life was encouraging me to study and get as much schooling as possible. He only finished the eighth grade and always felt the handicap of not having education to advance his career.

My dad was a hard worker. He helped me get through college. He was 75 before he was a believer. I really only got to know the heart of my father after he retired and had traveled for two decades. He lived in a retirement center near me, and we had meals together and talked about life.

The births of my three children were among the happiest events of my life. They all gave me endless joy throughout their childhoods. All three look as if they were stamped out of the same mold, but the differences in their personalities were an education for me. All three were strong enough to challenge my patience and my judgment. They helped me grow socially as I saw them face life and change. They enlarged my world by introducing me to new books, new people and new spiritual depths.

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Although I have always considered myself a person of faith, having children expanded and enlarged my faith. All three children were born by caesarian sections, which forced me to trust in God’s guidance for the doctors caring for my wife. In those days, fathers did not touch their babies until they were going home from the hospital.

For seven days with each child I watched, admired and wept over their new life, depending on God to guide doctors and nurses.

My children helped me learn how to have fun and enjoy the simple things. Then they became adolescents. Learning when to direct, when to advise and when to step back taught me how complex each human being is and how precious decisions are in making a great person.

Although I have always considered myself a person of faith, having children expanded and enlarged my faith.

The stage of dating and marriage was the stage where I learned the most. The friends my children brought into my life caused culture shock. I found it hard to remain neutral. Some of them I wanted to keep as friends even after my child moved on. Some confused me. I am thankful my children were wise and understood what they needed and wanted. My sons-in-law (Phil Roe and Patrick Brown) and daughter-in-law (Karen) are amazing, godly people that I love almost as much as the children born to us.

The best part of being a father is that it leads to being a grandfather. That is the greatest truth about family. My eight grandchildren range in age from 13 to 32, and they are the most precious lives I can imagine. Some of the most joyous times of my life have been spent with them. The memories from baseball games, soccer matches, high school graduations, college graduations and international trips are treasures that enlighten my life every day.
Many of you were earning a living for the family while your wife worked at home and devoted most of her time to the children.

Even more of you shared parenting duties while you wife worked and improved the financial strength of the family.

Many fathers devote most of their time to rearing and training children. Fathers have great opportunities and responsibility to help their children become faithful, loving, serving people. Being a father encourages dependence on God. The complexities of guiding physical, social and spiritual growth are too much for mere men. We need God and his guidance every day.

Contact: bailey.mcbride@christianchronicle.org