Big Bang or Divine Creation

I heard an interesting discussion yesterday on the Big Bang Theory/Evolution versus Divine Creation.

Of course the Bible-thumpers talking refused to accept anything other than God creating anything. God spent seven days creating all that we see, all that we are. Now, they'll tell you that it isn't seven days literally; that God's seven days are longer than our seven days. So, does that mean that God is like a dog, seven years to our one year; or is he cat-like and has nine lives. Or is his calender just messed up?

Maybe God needed a watch and hadn't created one until the seventh day.

They use this theory of God's looooooong seven days to explain away things like Natural Selection or Evolutionary changes to species based on environmental changes. Maybe a trip to the Galapagos Islands will open their eyes to the fact that species are still evolving, still changing, right in front of our faces. There are species in the Galapagos that have evolved from one island to the next, all connected, but vastly different because of environment.

Of course, maybe we're only on God's fourth day, or fifth, and so his, or her, changes are still happening.

I like to believe in a Higher Being. Does he look like Charleton Heston? Gosh, I hope not. Does he look like Zeus, with the white beard and flowing robes? Don't think so. Maybe He is not even a He; perhaps it's Mother Nature that shapes the world. Does she look like a woman from a 1970s margarine commercial? Probably not.

Is there a god? I think so. However, I don't think he's Catholic or Mormon or Jewish or Baptist or Muslim or any of those things. I think God is love. We all have that because we were all given that, and then made the choice whether to use it or discard it.

But I'm off topic. So, for me there is a God. And maybe this God, whomever he or she may be, created the world. Maybe this God was sitting wherever a god sits, in the heavens, on the moon, in a small hotel just off Times Square, behind the sun, or all around, everywhere. Maybe he or she was sitting and watching as the days unfolded and this little blue-green planet suddenly appeared. And this God was so happy to see this globe that he, or she, sheesh, clapped his or her hands out of joy. And the sound made was a Big Bang.

I think you can have both. You can believe that a god of some kind, hawking margarine on TV or parting the Red Sea in Technicolor, created a Big Bang that started all this stuff; amoebae and slime crawling from the sea; gorillas, standing upright and learning to speak; opposable thumbs; snow; stars; sunlight; trees.

If there is a God, and I think there is, although a non-denominational one I imagine, then that god divinely created evolutionary forces that are working to make us what we are today, what we were 20 million years ago, and what will be is the far distant future.

God clapped.

Boom! There it is!