I wouldn’t pay much attention to Miley Cyrus except she influences a lot of young girls. I don’t understand what these girls’ parents are thinking letting them dress like street walkers and watch this once innocent young lass morally disintegrate before their eyes.
Here’s the story. Cyrus tweeted a photo of theoretical physicist Lawrence Krauss and included the word “beautiful.” On the photo is one of his quotations that reads as follows:
“You are all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded, because the elements (carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, all things that matter for evolution) weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in stars. So forget Jesus. Stars died so you can live.”
The dream has always been to “get back to the garden” where man plants and nurtures without God so that at last “the bombers” will turn “into butterflies.” Joni Mitchell’s song “Woodstock” (1969), made popular by Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young, “represents the high point of the 1960s dream of an alternative society”1 based on the secular premise that “we are billion year old carbon” that has evolved to this moment in time. In his Cosmos video series and book of the same name, Carl Sagan refers to us as “Star Stuff.”
Where did the material that makes up stars come from? How did the billion year old carbon get here?
The next question relates to how exploding stars and gases organized themselves into complicated life forms with intelligence and the ability to use the stuff of the cosmos to create. In his 1983 book The Intelligent Universe, astronomer Fred Hoyle (1915–2001) wrote the following popular analogy:
“A junkyard contains all the bits and pieces of a Boeing 747, dismembered and in disarray. A whirlwind happens to blow through the yard. What is the chance that after its passage a fully assembled 747, ready to fly, will be found standing there? So small as to be negligible, even if a tornado were to blow through enough junkyards to fill the whole Universe.”
Hoyle’s analogy doesn’t go far enough. In a junkyard, there are already junk parts of cars, airplanes, and machines of all kinds. In the cosmic void of the evolutionist’s worldview, there was once nothing, and the nothing became something, a hypothesis contrary to the laws of physics and biology.
To make it even more preposterous, we’re to believe that the magically appearing matter organized itself after an explosion and through random impersonal forces evolved into the variety of life forms we observe today.
Where did the information come from that turned the disorganized matter into organized matter?
If Miley Cyrus wants to believe this nonsense, that’s her business. Putting one’s faith in the cold void of the cosmos is a dead end. It offers neither comfort nor purpose.
- Steve Turner, Imagine: A Vision for Christians in the Arts (Downers Grove, IL: InterVarsity Press, 2001), 13. [↩]