The Case for a Creator - Lee Strobel [3]
I cocked my head. “Are you saying Charles Darwin is responsible for all of this?”
“Let me put it this way,” he said. “If Darwin’s right, we’re just sophisticated monkeys. The Bible is wrong. There is no God. And without God, there’s no right or wrong. We can just make up our morals as we go. The basis for all we believe is destroyed. And that’s why this country is headed to hell in a handbasket. Is Darwin responsible? I’ll say this: people have to choose between science and faith, between evolution and the Bible, between the Ten Commandments and make-’em-up-as-you-go ethics. We’ve made our choice—and we’re not budging.”
He took a swig of beer. “Have you seen the teacher’s manual?” he asked. I shook my head. “It says students should compare the Bible story of Daniel in the Lion’s Den to that myth about a lion. You know which one I’m talking about?”
“Androcles and the Lion?” I asked, referring to the Aesop fable about an escaped slave who removed a thorn from the paw of a lion he encountered in the woods. Later, the recaptured slave was to be eaten by a lion for the entertainment of the crowd at the Roman Coliseum, but it turned out to be the same lion he had befriended. Instead of eating him, the lion gently licked his hand, which impressed the emperor so much that the slave was set free.
“Yeah, that’s the one,” the businessman said as he wagged a french fry at me. “What does it tell our kids when they’re supposed to compare that to the Bible? That the Bible is just a bunch of fairy tales? That it’s all a myth? That you can interpret the Bible any way you darn well please, even if it rips the guts out of what it really says? We’ve got to put our foot down. I’m not going to let a bunch of eggheads destroy the faith of my children.”
I felt like I was finally getting down to the root of the controversy. I scribbled down his words as well as I could. Part of me, though, wanted to debate him.
Didn’t he know that evolution is a proven fact? Didn’t he realize that in an age of science and technology that it’s simply irrational to believe the ancient myths about God creating the world and shaping human beings in his own image? Did he really want his children clinging desperately to religious pap that is so clearly disproved by modern cosmology, astronomy, zoology, comparative anatomy, geology, paleontology, biology, genetics, and anthropology?
I was tempted to say, “Hey, what is the difference between Daniel in the Lion’s Den and Androcles and the Lion? They’re both fairy tales!” But I wasn’t there to get into an argument. I was there to report the story—and what a bizarre story it was!
In the last part of the twentieth century, in an era when we had split the atom and put people on the moon and found fossils that prove evolution beyond all doubt, a bunch of religious zealots were tying a county into knots because they couldn’t let go of religious folklore. It simply defied all reason.
I thought for a moment. “One more question,” I said. “Do you ever have any doubts?”
He waved his hand as if to draw my attention to the universe. “Look at the world,” he said. “God’s fingerprints are all over it. I’m absolutely sure of that. How else do you explain nature and human beings? And God has told us how to live. If we ignore him—well, then the whole world’s in for a whole lot of trouble.”
I reached for the check. “Thanks for your opinions,” I told him.
STANDING TRIAL IN WEST VIRGINIA
All of this was good stuff for my story, but I needed more. The leaders I had interviewed had all denounced the violence as being the unfortunate actions of a few hotheads. But to tell the whole story, I needed to see the underbelly of the controversy. I wanted to tap into the rage of those who chose violence over debate. My opportunity quickly came.
A rally, I heard, was being planned for Friday night over in the isolated, heavily wooded community of Campbell’s Creek. Angry parents were expected to gather and vote on whether to continue to keep