I don’t care about evolution

Today is Charles Darwin’s 200th birthday. A good day to talk about the theory of evolution. Or, in my case, how little I care about it.

When Christians get up in arms about evolutionary theory, I ask, “How does this affect your day-to-day faith?” I don’t want to project my own manner of thinking on others; maybe other people really do struggle in the face of Darwin’s ideas. But my guess is that, for most Christians, it has no significant effect. And yet it’s considered one of modern Christianity’s biggest issues.

I’ve decided to stop caring about it. It’s not a good use of my time to figure it out because I’m not a scientist. In fact, evolutionary theory seems to help them figure other things out that have potential to benefit our society. Nor do I have any conclusive evidence that Genesis is meant to be a literal translation of our creation.

It’s kind of nice to not care about things. Life is a little bit easier. Chalk up another one for “to be wise is to be sad.” (Or maybe “to be wise” should just be “to know” in this case.)

Socrates might have been on to something with that whole “I know nothing” thing.