For everyone who has wondered about life after death, wonder no longer. Stephen Hawking, astrophysicist and self-professed genius (of the Wile E. Coyote type), has formally declared that “Heaven is a fairy story.” While it is difficult to question the genius of such a man as Stephen Hawking (especially since his paraplegia gives him a certain sixth sense of knowing everything), just how did he come to such a conclusion? Usually when someone makes a claim about the afterlife they usually have discovered it in a religious book, in a near-death experience, or something. Hawking? Well, it just sort of naturally flows from his general repugnance of religion and the thought of God.
Enough of Hawking, but this view seems to be the view of the majority of astrophysicists apart from him. I enjoy watching the History Channel’s show, “The Universe,” but sometimes I just get disgusted by the presumption that holds the whole “science” together. These men and women talk with such certainly about cosmic events that happened millions and billions of years ago as though they found the journal of someone or something that live at that time. Amazing how there is such certainly about unrecorded history and so much skepticism about recorded history two-thousand years ago, but I digress.
All that’s fine and dandy. I can get past the “millions and billions” of years garbage. I can even get past the whole evolution nonsense (even though it’s complete lunacy). But the one thing I cannot get past is how these scientists are willing to base all of their theories (they are theories not fact—something that they usually fail to mention) on a principle that contradicts one of the fundamental laws on which they base all of their science.
The First Law of Thermodynamics states that matter and energy can neither be created nor destroyed. In other words, if matter exists, it will exist forever, and energy is never depleted, it is simply transferred. All that’s just gravy until these scientists try to explain the beginning of the Universe. When you speak of beginnings, they all go back to the Big Bang, or to that one infinitely dense ball of singularity that one day just decided to explode and create the Universe. However, when you want to talk pre-Big Bang, i.e. how the heck did that matter and energy get there in the first place, all of a sudden they all raise their hands yelling, “We’re not philosophers!”
BS. They’re nothing but philosophers the rest of the time. Stephen Hawking, Richard Dawkins, and Christopher Hitchens can’t shut up with their philosophy. Yet at the point where their whole system is weakest (and arguably ridiculous) they either run about with their fingers in their ears screaming like a schoolgirl, or they’ll modestly answer, “We just don’t know, but we do know it’s not God.”
That, my friends, is Romans-1-itis: “For although they knew God, they did not honor him as God or give thanks to him, but they became futile in their thinking and their foolish hearts were darkened; claiming to be wise, they became fools” (Rm. 1:21,22). Symptoms include knowing everything, despising the unseen, ridiculing those who disagree with you without cause, hatred of God (even though one claims not to believe in him), and living life however one wants to without fear of final retribution. And one needs not be an astrophysicist to contract it.