One Side Can Be Wrong
Ravyn Granholm
WR121
“On Side Can Be Wrong” R/R
At what point did I start questioning truth? When I was younger, my mom told me that there was a God. He created everything. Me, our dog, our house, the stars, my friends, music, food, love, rain… Everything.
I believed her. I believed her because my brain didn’t know any other option. I never thought to question if what she was telling me was accurate because she was my mom. Mom was always right.
I didn’t know at the time that my mother was an atheist. That she was telling me what she thought a good mother would tell her child.
I remember attending a Sunday school session one summer. Mom played the organ at the church. She was a professional pianist, but living in Roseburg, Oregon there weren’t many job openings for musical performers. So she would play the organ, and I would get sent to glorified child care.
“I saw an angel,” I told my teacher.
“I really doubt that,” she replied. “What did you see?”
“Last night, I was in my back yard and I looked up into the sky. I saw what looked like 9 or 10 stars very close together. And they started blinking at the same time. And then they disappeared. It was an angel.”
“I don’t think that was an angel,” the teacher responded, somewhat anxious to return to her felt storyboard of Noah’s ark.
“Then what was it?” I demanded.
“I don’t know. A UFO or something? Anyway, Noah was 500 years old…”
This was the first time I realized that adults could be idiots. They didn’t always have the answers. And the answers they did have weren’t necessarily good ones.
I was 8 years old when I decided that I didn’t want to go to church anymore. I had asked a teacher that if Adam and Eve had three sons, Cain, Abel, and Seth, then how did they have kids? My answer was less than satisfactory.
In Richard Dawkin & Jerry Coyne’s essay “One Side Can Be Wrong” they state “The weight of the evidence has become so heavy that opposition to the fact of evolution is laughable to all who are acquainted with even a fraction of the published data.”
Well…yeah. I was 8 and I figured that out. Of course, I was also heavily into dinosaurs and outer space at a very young age. Perhaps my understanding of evolution had begun with my obsession of the triceratops. Who knows?
Maybe creationists just never learned how to question authority. What their parents told them when they were young has to be right, or their whole existence is meaningless.
Asking the right questions certainly lead me to my belief system today. And we should all ask questions. All of us. If a concept is presented, we should question the hell out of it, no matter what it is. Because, a “right” or true concept will still be standing when we are done.
WR121
“On Side Can Be Wrong” R/R
At what point did I start questioning truth? When I was younger, my mom told me that there was a God. He created everything. Me, our dog, our house, the stars, my friends, music, food, love, rain… Everything.
I believed her. I believed her because my brain didn’t know any other option. I never thought to question if what she was telling me was accurate because she was my mom. Mom was always right.
I didn’t know at the time that my mother was an atheist. That she was telling me what she thought a good mother would tell her child.
I remember attending a Sunday school session one summer. Mom played the organ at the church. She was a professional pianist, but living in Roseburg, Oregon there weren’t many job openings for musical performers. So she would play the organ, and I would get sent to glorified child care.
“I saw an angel,” I told my teacher.
“I really doubt that,” she replied. “What did you see?”
“Last night, I was in my back yard and I looked up into the sky. I saw what looked like 9 or 10 stars very close together. And they started blinking at the same time. And then they disappeared. It was an angel.”
“I don’t think that was an angel,” the teacher responded, somewhat anxious to return to her felt storyboard of Noah’s ark.
“Then what was it?” I demanded.
“I don’t know. A UFO or something? Anyway, Noah was 500 years old…”
This was the first time I realized that adults could be idiots. They didn’t always have the answers. And the answers they did have weren’t necessarily good ones.
I was 8 years old when I decided that I didn’t want to go to church anymore. I had asked a teacher that if Adam and Eve had three sons, Cain, Abel, and Seth, then how did they have kids? My answer was less than satisfactory.
In Richard Dawkin & Jerry Coyne’s essay “One Side Can Be Wrong” they state “The weight of the evidence has become so heavy that opposition to the fact of evolution is laughable to all who are acquainted with even a fraction of the published data.”
Well…yeah. I was 8 and I figured that out. Of course, I was also heavily into dinosaurs and outer space at a very young age. Perhaps my understanding of evolution had begun with my obsession of the triceratops. Who knows?
Maybe creationists just never learned how to question authority. What their parents told them when they were young has to be right, or their whole existence is meaningless.
Asking the right questions certainly lead me to my belief system today. And we should all ask questions. All of us. If a concept is presented, we should question the hell out of it, no matter what it is. Because, a “right” or true concept will still be standing when we are done.