This is going to be the longest post I have ever made.
I grew up in a half-assed Catholic home. My parents went to mass sporadically; my brother and sister went when my parents forced them to attend. Somehow I managed to take religion very seriously in spite of this. During my 9 years at Blessed Sacrament school, my grades were consistently highest in Spelling and Religion classes. Despite being a “gifted” child I was kind of naïve in many respects, sheltered as I was. In those nine years, I had contact with exactly one black boy and one protestant girl. I honestly didn’t know much of anything about non-Catholic Christianity until high school. While I went to a public high school, I attended catechism classes in preparation for Confirmation. I can say with a fair amount of certainty that I was one of the few students that took the classes seriously. I thought long and hard about my faith, and with careful consideration chose my Confirmation name as Michael, after the archangel that drove Satan from heaven in the Book of Revelation. I was determined to combat evil in God’s name. In most respects I was a normal teenager, but I also believed fully in the reality of spiritual warfare and knew that God had a special role for me in that war; I was going to fight on the spiritual battlefield against the demonic forces that seek to deceive humanity.
My freshman year at the Columbus College of Art and Design saw me briefly indulge in the newfound freedom that came from being away from home for the first time in my life; nothing particularly horrific, mostly a few parties, some drinking, that sort of thing. A few of my dorm mates were holding a weekly Bible study and once in a while they would go around asking people to attend,; I thought about it but didn’t immediately join; they were, after all, not Catholic and I still was unfamiliar with Protestant theology at the time.
One night late in the year, I think it was early December, I was praying late and felt that God was speaking to me: “Just because you grew up in a church, do you think that means that you’re saved?” was what I felt he was saying to me. In retrospect, that was in fact the very thing that the Bible study people had been asking people around campus throughout the year so far, but I sincerely felt that this time I was really hearing it from GOD. I wasn’t quite sure what to do; I called home the next day and asked my bewildered parents to send me a bible and my rosary and various prayer books that I had collected during my Catholic school years.
I started reading the Bible voraciously. After a few weeks, I decided to go to the Bible study. I quickly made many friends and became and enthusiastic Bible study attendee. I borrowed or bought many, many books on the subjects of apologetics, eschatology, theology, spiritual warfare, prayer, discipleship…anything and everything I could get my hands on, I read. I read the “standard” authors thoroughly: White, Spurgeon, Bonhoeffer, Colson, Schaeffer, Stott, Lewis, Edwards, Luther, Calvin, McDowell, Ross, Sproul, Lindsey, Carlson, Piper, Morris, Dembski, Berra, Behe, and many more. I absorbed their words like a sponge, and all the while continued to study the Bible intently. I quickly found a neighborhood church near Ohio State and studied the Bible three times a week including the dorm study; the pastor, a Korean missionary who started the church 15 years prior by preaching on OSU’s campus and teaching the people who came to him, personally taught me and a select few others, apparently grooming us for church leadership. My growth in knowledge was exceeded only by my drive to learn and experience more as a Christian. By the end of my freshman year, I was teaching the Bible study and providing counsel and direction for even the lifelong Christians that had initially tried to invite me to the study. For the next 8 and half years, I was either leading or co-leading a Bible study on the campus and also serving the church. I say these things not to brag but rather to emphasize how completely devoted I was and how thoroughly I dove into the Bible and theology and so forth. However lukewarm I might have been as a teenager, from the moment that I became “born again” I was fully vested in my Christian faith. I fought the Good Fight, and I took that fight to the internet, battling with such unsavory characters as the Mad Hatter and other reprobates. I can honestly say without exaggeration that I argued in favor of Christianity with greater clarity and forethought than most Christians.
There was another story developing all during this time, though. From a young age, I was fascinated with science. Astronomy, geology, biology, archaeology - I loved them all, but above them all I loved dinosaurs. By the time I was in kindergarten, my love of dinosaurs was so apparent that one of my classmates confronted me and asked me if dinosaurs were the only thing I ever talked about. That was one of my earliest surviving memories of school! When other kids claimed that they wanted to grow up to be firemen or police officers or race car drivers or whatever, I was telling my teachers that I wanted to be a paleontologist. I was, from almost day one, an Uber Dinosaur Geek. I learned to appreciate science and discovery, and used my developing artistic skills to depict dinosaurs (a pastime that would eventually develop into not only a true passion but a viable source of income). I must have driven some of my teachers nuts; one of the nuns at Blessed Sacrament reported to my mother that I had complained about the picture of Adam and Eve that was being used in religion class, because according to me, they should have looked more like cavemen than modern, clean-cut humans. My love of dinosaurs would wax and wane during my junior high and high school years, only to be rekindled during my senior year of high school with the discovery of Greg Paul’s Predatory Dinosaurs of the World, a new book that showed dinosaurs like Tyrannosaurus rex and Deinonychus as fast-moving, dynamic animals which were far more exciting and appealing than the old Godzilla-like depictions of dinosaurs that I grew up with. From that point on, my love of dinosaurs would be strong, and that love would eventually contribute to my initial objections to Christianity as I shall explain later on. Suffice to say for now that my sense of divine purpose was developing alongside my love of science and especially dinosaurs.
Throughout my college years, I put my faith ahead of most everything else. My friends were, almost without exception, Christians. I had Christian roommates. I read Christian books, I listened to Christian music, I evaluated any movies or TV shows with a discerning Christian eye.
I had arguments about Christian rock music versus classical music; Bert, my best friend in college and one of my Christian roommates felt that classical music was more ‘Christian’ because it was beautiful, whereas Christian rock often copied the aggressive sounds of secular music. I maintained that beauty alone does not make the music more Christian; after all, if the music does not direct one to Christ, it can become an idol in itself!
I had arguments with other Christians about the level of faith that should be exercised in everyday life. For example, should we trust God to wake us up in the morning, or should we use alarm clocks? (This was a real argument we had at one time - I am not making any of this up.) Are we ‘testing god’ if we don’t use alarm clocks, or are we making an act of faith?
At one point early in my Christian walk, Bert and I got really deep into spiritual warfare; we were reading books by Rebecca Brown, Bob Larsen, Mike Warnke and others about the reality of spiritual warfare and the sometimes spectacular accounts that they gave of the battles that they had witnessed between angels and demons. Rebecca Brown in particular claimed to have been called by God to wage war against Satan and his earthly forces and claimed to have seen and talked to angels, demons, vampires, werewolves, and the most insidious monsters of all, Catholics. At one point, inspired by these books, Bert and I decided to march around a local Scientology office seven times singing hymns (a la Joshua marching around Jericho). We were elated to see that the building was abandoned the following week, only to have our joy muted by the realization that the Scientology center had simply moved into a new, bigger building closer to downtown. Oh, well.
Somehow between our Sophomore and Junior years, Bert and I both came to the conclusion that our Christianity was based a little too much on sensationalism and a fascination with the supernatural. We wanted to search for a deeper and more meaningful Christianity, a more sober and measured walk with God. When we returned to college in the fall, we compared notes and decided to burn our old Rebecca Brown books. Our pastor was relieved, though he rarely seemed to be fazed by anything that we had been doing. He was just waiting patiently for us to outgrow that phase in our life. We started down a path of serious study and discipleship.
(Bert eventually married one of the Malaysian women at our church and moved to California to take up his new job with PDI/Dreamworks; he would go on to become one of the top computer animators there, working on movies like Antz and Shrek. He and his wife would also come to reject Christianity, coming to their conclusions separately at almost the same time that I was questioning my faith.)
I struggled somewhat during this time to figure out how dinosaurs played into all of this. It was clear from my reading that a large percentage of Christians believed that God had created everything as per the book of Genesis, and that evolution was in fact nothing more than an attempt by scientists to deny the truth of creation. Satan himself was directing their thoughts, or else they were simply misled by a system which arose from a prideful denial of God as creator. And yet discovery after discovery in paleontology seemed to bear out the evolutionary theories about the dinosaur/bird connection. I had to find some way to resolve this.
Most of the creationist authors I read seemed less than objective in their analysis, of course. I remember reading at least one creationist book which contained most of the Institute for Creation Research’s arguments, highlighter in hand, marking whole sections of the book which just didn’t seem to make sense to me. I started reading more authors with slightly different views like Hugh Ross who was presenting a creationist argument that seemed to rely less on a literal interpretation of Genesis. Of course, Ross still brought everything back to Genesis; he had to, because otherwise there was no reason for him to interpret data the way that he did. I still was not entirely satisfied with creationism, but I reasoned that it was a matter of faith, that I as a Christian was called to resist being seduced by philosophies and principles that depended on this world rather than on Christ. So I started to buy into the Creationist argument more and more. It was more comforting to do so, because it allowed me to trust that the Bible was inerrant in every respect. If the Bible was wrong in some way it would threaten the foundations of my faith, after all.
I really dove into apologetics at this point, because I didn’t want to feel like my faith was unreasonable. Authors like Josh McDowell and C.S. Lewis and Lee Strobel seemed to satisfy this desire, and I readily adopted an aggressive stance in witnessing on the internet to anyone who would listen. Armed with volumes of apologetics and creationist literature, I engaged in message board battles that quite frankly make the battles here seem brief in comparison.
After college, I continued to be active in the campus Bible study, serving as a teacher and something of a big brother figure to younger Christians. I was writing Christian songs and essays and so forth; maybe I’ll post some of those songs here so you can all see something of my thought process at the time.
It was getting harder and harder to continue arguing for Creationism, though. If I was going to keep up with the current theories about dinosaurs, I had to acknowledge that more and more evidence was being uncovered that pointed to birds having a dinosaurian heritage. I tried for a while to adopt an view that God was using evolution as his mechanism for creation, but that didn’t solve the problem that Genesis apparently was not to be taken literally. And if Genesis was not to be taken literally, what about the rest of the Bible? If the creation stories are allegorical, what about the story of Noah’s Flood? Most Creationists claimed that The Flood was the mechanism by which fossils came to be; they claimed various means by which to explain the sorting of fossils in the geological record, including one which claimed that the levels at which animals are found correspond to their ability to find higher ground to avoid the rising flood waters. Of course, that didn’t really do much to explain why flowering plants are not found before the Cretaceous period, for example. I guess you could imagine all of the low-lying flowering plants being pulled up and carried to higher ground by dinosaurs, and it wouldn’t surprise me if some creationist might actually have postulated something like that, but the idea of Noah’s Flood accounting for fossils was looking worse and worse the more I looked into it.
It was also becoming harder to ignore the fact that many of my Christian friends were very judgmental and unreasoning in their adherence to certain prejudices and precepts. I tried to introduce the idea that God would probably be more pleased with a monogamous homosexual relationship than a loveless heterosexual marriage, but no one wanted to hear that.
All during my Christian walk, I and my Christian brothers agonized over sexuality. Of course sexual temptation was all around us, and in fact many of the Christian girls in our Bible study group were undeniably hot, so we had many a tearful confession of our lusting and the failure to remain masters of our domain, so to speak. Again, I eventually tried to introduce the idea that maybe God was less concerned with how often we jacked off and more concerned with how often we helped people who were in need. Nothing doing; it was important to help people in need, of course, but there was just no excuse for getting a hard-on, apparently.
Then something unexpected happened. I got a job offer in Minnesota of all places, and if I took it I would have to move away from the church community I loved so much and all of my Christian friends. It was a scary prospect, but the money was too good to pass up; it was a jump in pay of about $10K per year more than I was making in Ohio, with room to move up whereas in my old job I was pretty much at the top of my earning potential within the company. So in September of 2000 (September 11th, as a matter of fact…!) I moved to Rochester, MN to start work for the Mayo Clinic as an illustrator. This was an important move in many ways, including the fact that this was the first time in my life when I was going to be completely alone; no Christian roommates, my parents and family were too far away to reach with a casual car trip on the weekend, etc. As it turns out, I did already know some people there, because the Creative Director who hired me was also the same guy who had hired me for my first art job in Ohio, and he had also recruited a few other people who had worked at that company in Ohio, including another illustrator that I had graduated from CCAD with. So I wasn’t entirely alone, but I was without a Christian presence in my life for the first time in nearly a decade.
I didn’t seek out a church immediately; I had some reading to do, and I finally felt free to do it. I decided that it was time to read about evolution from a scientific approach instead of a religious approach, for starters. I started buying books from regular bookstores instead of Christian book stores. A number of books by Stephen Jay Gould and Niles Eldrege were helpful, and especially the book Finding Darwin’s God by Kenneth Miller. I was becoming satisfied that scientists had it right when it came to evolution, and so my next challenge was to find a way to reconcile this with my faith. Miller himself appears to be a theist, and at the end of his book he attempts to reconcile science with Christian belief, but whereas his arguments against Creationism were thorough and succeeded in my estimation in destroying not only the traditional forms of creationism but also so-called Intelligent Design theory, his reasoning broke down considerably when attempting to reconcile faith and reason.
I continued my search by reading books which attempted to find common ground between faith and reason; I found most of them unsatisfying. Most of them seemed to argue that faith and reason could not in fact be reconciled except to keep them in separate spheres; let faith dictate spiritual truth, let science dictate material truth, they seemed to say. Well, that answer may have been good enough for many, but to me it was unsatisfying because I knew that the historical reliability of the Bible was essential as a foundation for my Christian faith; if the Bible could not be trusted with getting things right, then it became just a record of a particular branch of humanity and their quest to understand their place in this world and the experiences and traditions they believed about God instead of divinely inspired words directly from God himself. I felt that most approaches to reconciling faith and reason tended to do violence to one or the other, and came to the conclusion that I needed to pick one and let that take precedence.
Part 2 coming up…