Evolution 🧬

 I can’t really blame people for not accepting evolution. Obviously, many never researched it and simply don’t want to—but I get it.

It’s deeply uncomfortable. Evolution doesn’t grant us a divine origin story. It says we’re here due to random mutations, environmental pressures, and a long series of accidents. We’re not the center of the universe—we're just another branch on the tree of life. That kind of perspective demands you let go of the idea that you’re cosmically chosen or inherently special.

And yet, paradoxically, religion often plays both sides. It tells us we’re made in the image of God—beloved, chosen, eternal. But at the same time, it tells us we’re broken, fallen, inherently sinful, in need of saving. That we are nothing without grace. So even the supposed affirmation is laced with dependence and guilt. You're exalted, but only conditionally.

No matter how intelligent or open-minded you are, these ideas get buried deep. They shape the way you see yourself and your place in the world, and unlearning them is hard.

But the evidence for evolution is overwhelming—if you care to look. And in some ways, accepting that you’re not cosmically significant can be liberating. It creates space for responsibility, for present-moment meaning. If this life is all there is, then what you do with it becomes deeply important—not for heaven or hell, but for here and now.

And none of this disproves a creator. It only challenges the human-shaped gods we’ve imagined to comfort ourselves. Maybe something did set it all in motion—but if so, it likely isn’t the insecure, tribal, and controlling version found in many scriptures.