At the age of 13, living on a farm in rural Kansas, my exposure to literature and reading was confined to The King James Bible, the odd random non-fiction book in my parents limited collection, The National Geographic, the World Book Encyclopedia, a few scattered children’s books, the carefully curated tiny library in my church (which we attended 3 times weekly), and the library at school. The local newspaper did come every day, but at that time it didn’t hold my interest, other than a source for “current events” which we were required to address in class from time to time. I knew of comic books from the odd cousin, so imagine my delight in discovering the slim series of animated religious tracts from Chick Publications. These “publications” were largely evangelical, exhorting followers to avoid the secular sinfulness of 1960s America, and to an impressionable and fearful young boy they were at once terrifying and thrilling. Punishment for our original sin would inevitably lead to an eternity of unremitted torture (literal burning of the body, with no relief, and complete separation from loved ones and God himself, for all time). This mirrored what I heard in Sunday School and from the pulpit, from which I endured long sermons out of abject fear. I began to see the flaws in my fellow classmates who, as teenagers, were beginning to achieve puberty and seeking to relieve their sexual urges, discovering cigarettes and alcohol. My training at home and at church created in me the need to become a purer form of human, seeking a higher calling, resisting the temptations of Satan. With my special sense of self, I came across one of the slender Chick publications titled “Big Daddy”. It attacked the notion of evolution as a secular attempt to destroy the legitimacy of the holy bible. The protagonist, a student at a university, challenged the professor openly in class, and went on to argue that the fundamentals of evolution were logically flawed and pointed out the many errors of Charles Darwin, author of the most influential science book of all time, On The Origin of Species. This was just my cup of tea, and when my junior high social studies teacher assigned us a “major essay”, I leaped at the chance to dismantle evolution once and for all. It so happens that my seventh-grade class was housed at the newly opened High School, so I had access to that library. I wore out the card catalogue, reading all I could on the subject. In truth, I was skimming, searching fervently for arguments against evolution (which were scant). In the end I wrote what I wanted to be true based on the arguments in “Big Daddy”. The possibility that the world was not created exactly as recording in Genesis was deeply disturbing. I so wanted the Bible to be right, otherwise my worldview would be turned upside down. The wrath of my kin and church community was worrisome, but mainly I wanted to protect myself from even the remotest possibly of landing in the lake of fire down below. So, my essay (which I have buried in a box somewhere) was largely constructed around the Chick tract, which I referenced, along with many others (largely co-opted, without actually finding or reading, from the tract itself). This “scholarly” paper was thus turned in and graded. Even then I felt a growing sense of guilt, as my “scholarly” evaluation was really just a cover for what I wanted to believe. My unconscious bias was just beginning to unravel.
Fast forward 4-5 years, I entered college with the hope of becoming a medical missionary, taking courses in theology and the sciences. As my understanding of the scientific process deepened, my faith began to erode slightly, but I hung on as long as possible. Caught up in my own personal struggles, I changed schools and ended up graduating with honors in biology, deciding against medical school, and planning to get a Ph.D. That summer before getting married and starting graduate school, a crisis of faith culminated with (1) a scandal in our church where my pastor was exposed as being imperfect in a humiliating way; and (2) an increasing awareness that my dishonesty about finding truth. After all, if the KJV were true, it should hold up under scrutiny. My cognitive dissonance was overwhelming – I so wanted to believe in an afterlife of bliss with my loved ones and avoid the horrors of hell. But I could not reconcile the stories in the Bible with the truth of my own eyes. The power of Christianity was strong, but not the only religion, and I poured myself into a study of world religions as a pastime. I married in 1983, moved away from home, stopped attending church, and achieved a Ph.D. in biochemistry. By then I was aware of Dawkins, Russell and others, even reading “Why I am Not a Christian” as well as faith-based books. My mind was finally opened to both possibilities. My father-in-law, an upright Christian doctor himself, was open-minded and we spent countless hours debating science, religion, morality, politics and all subjects under the sun. He was my sounding board, my mentor, and my friend. He passed away nearly two years ago and I miss him every day. I would debate the evolution topic with others, but never as openly and fairly as with my less judgement Father in Law.
OK, so what about this book? I read this as counterpoint and a refresher on Evolution after perusing a few titles. This was in response to my next-door neighbor who, knowing I was a scientist, pressed upon me some “journal articles” on Intelligent Design, the latest incantation of what used to be known as “Creationism”. He is heavily invested in a lifetime of faith, and well established in his church ways, and reminded me of my younger self, seeking desperately for a materialistic justification of a fervent desire to believe (faith). I dutifully read these articles, even the surprised finding of some reference to my own scientific work. The arguments were more polished, but in essence were a recapitulation of the Chick tract of my youth. The integrity of the scientific method, requiring a dispassionate mindset to apprehend truth, was largely absent. Seeking to be the good neighbor always, I gently pointed out some logical inconsistencies when returning said literature and reciprocated by giving him Francis Collins’ famous book. Collins, the equivalent of a 5 star general in the field of science and medicine, was head of the NIH, the governmental body selecting which research grants in academia get funding. He also is a Christian who, I will grossly generalize here, believes in the Christian bibles yet is not a literalist and, for example, accepts the scientific consensus on of the age of the earth. He avoids the contortions of the Intelligent Design group who labor tirelessly to cultivate facts such to support their idea that the earth is a mere ~6000 years old. Collins accepts the scriptures as more allegorical, and threads the needle better than about anyone, admonishing scientists to be open-minded, and accept the possibility of a supreme being guiding the incredible complexity of life on this planet and in the cosmos. Unfortunately, my neighbor objected to certain elements in the Collins book – his cognitive dissonance registered clearly in his face. He’s a good man, and I tiptoed away, not wanted to upset his worldview so late in life (and having made my position clear with a light touch). I did find it interesting that the Intelligent Design industry is alive and well, they even have PhD level scientists writing their pieces, and have an answer to every challenge to the Christian bible. Similarly, I recall a book I read by Tony Campolo entitled “20 Hot Potatoes Christians are Afraid to Touch” – a book that addressed head on the contradictions roiling the Christian community regarding science, logic and philosophy. Funny how the description of Kierkegaard as “the dangerous Dane” can’t but stick in my mind.
Sorry, about Coyne’s book: I read it as a refresher on the general precepts of evolution, and its easier to understand natural selection process. Being a career scientist, I have a natural affinity to natural selection, as it explains animal and plant biology, in my case human biology, so neatly. I will say the book is best read by those with at least a bachelors degree in the sciences – for example one would need to quickly grasp the fundamental elements in living beings (plant or animal) as primarily made of carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen and sulfur. One would benefit from knowing the general structure of cells, the difference between prokaryotic (bacterial) or eucaryotic (mammalian), and how these basic elements arrange to form lipid, DNA, RNA, amino acids and proteins. One must know of chromosomal structure, how cells reproduce through DNA replication – it’s not hard but takes some effort if not formally trained. This is necessary to understand the astonishing beauty of natural selection, where errors of DNA replication are commonplace, and with low but predictable frequency lead to mutations which lead to advantageous traits in individuals who thrive and reproduce more frequently. This leads to the adaptation to environments. It also explains how bacteria become resistant to antibiotics and how our immune system can, adapt and make antibodies to a seemingly infinite variety of foreign molecules. The origins of sickle cell anemia, and inborn errors of metabolism, can be grasped with the same logic.
Coyne is Professor Emeritus at the University of Chicago, and this book me my needs. I was reminded of many of Darwin’s concepts and how, even today, new discoveries support his predictions with uncanny accuracy. Coyne explains neatly the fossil record and how constructing a vision of the past millions of years is challenging due to the improbable fact that we have fossils at all (conditions had to be just right, bodies falling in water, quickly covered with sediment and the cavities filled with mineralized deposits). Paleontology is a topic of interest to me, but I did not appreciate the full history until I read his book. Coyne is respectful of opposing ideas, but is fearless in his defense of evolution and invests some time, but not excessively, countering the ideas of Intelligent Design folks, who are gaining strength largely in the US, and especially in today’s climate. I recommend this book to anyone interested in the topic, even those without scientific training. It is a conundrum in the US today to explain this topic, and the controversies and debates, as scientific literacy amongst the general population, and in our current state of public schools appears to be on the wane. Perhaps this is just my bias, I hope so.
My journey continues, from wanting to believe out of fear and, I now realize, the desire to vanquish perceived “enemies”. Those enemies turned out to often be well-meaning, honest people who were just following the truth as revealed. I have become one of those who I would have vilified back in 1973. But I remain sensitive to divine intervention, should it come. In fact I invite it, in my prayerful reflections, and guard against the cynicism I sometimes perceive in my fellows.