There is
something in us—something sacred, I believe—which recoils from the idea that
the universe is its own explanation, that our existence here is a happy but
meaningless stroke of cosmic luck, and that there is no Artist, no Designer,
and no Life-Giver behind, beyond, and within everything which exists. 
We long to
trust that there is a fullness rushing into every emptiness, light streaming
into all darkness, and love flowing into all indifference.
Some people us
fear that modern science has issued orders which, if we complied with them,
would shutter the sanctuaries, empty the choir lofts, disassemble the pipe
organs, suppress anthems of praise and silence hymns of gratitude.  We worry that modern science means Rodney
Dangerfield was right when he said: “When I hold a shell to my ear, I get a
busy signal.”  We have the impression
that contemporary physics and biology have blown the whistle on God-talk and
God-song, and ruled them out of bounds.
Headlines
don’t help.  The media frames the issues
between science and religion the way the media frames every issue: as either/or:  Either “secular” or “sacred”; “science” or
“religion”; “evolution” or “creation”; and “Darwin” or “Genesis.”  Like most either-ors,
these confuse more than they clarify. 
Most
scientists and most theologians think the oversimplifications of such either-or
posturing are just plain silly.  To be
sure, there are some scientists who have, as John Haught puts it, leapt from
“’Darwin got it right’ to ‘Darwin tells the whole story.’” (Deeper than Darwin: The Prospect for
Religion in an Age of Evolution,
103).  There are a few who have made that leap, but
not most. 
Similarly,
there are some theologians who have covered their eyes, stuck their fingers in
their ears, and refused to learn anything at all from modern science.  They’ve insisted on a woodenly literal
reading of Genesis and demanded that those who follow them believe that the
earth was created about 6,000 years ago, in seven 24 hour days, complete with
rocks and fossils that appear to be millions, even billions of years, older
than their reading of the Bible allows them to be.  Again, not many theologians take this
ludicrous view, but a few do.
It is the
few scientists and theologians on both extremes who scream at each other on
camera and wrestle with each other over curriculum in the public schools.   
Most
theologians and most scientists know that know that all the screaming is not
only useless but unnecessary.  The fact
that the universe has come to know itself in the consciousness of human beings;
that the cosmos can be studied in the first place; that it reveals its secrets
to the devoted research and careful thinking of scientists and mathematicians; that
the mathematics by which physicists describe the universe is characterized not
just by utility but by beauty; that conditions developed in the universe which
allowed human life to emerge and flourish; and that that there are predictable patterns
and reliable laws to nature all suggest that the Mind of God, and not merely
random chance, is at play (see John Polkingorne, Science and the Trinity: The Christian Encounter with Reality)
Physicist Stephen
Hawking asked: “What is it that breathes fire into the equations and makes a
universe for them to describe?”  There is
nothing in appropriately humble and adventurous science to keep the answer to
Hawking’s question from being “God.”  Maybe
God breathes fire into the equations, as God breathes life into creation. 
Here’s what
I believe: God makes a universe for the equations to describe, just as God
invites us to sing and shout praise in response.