Luck, Evolution and Doctors

Why do some boys who love hockey grow up to be professionals and the rest don’t?  Why is Bill Gates a billionaire?  Some folks say hard work.  Others claim raw talent.  The correct answer might me both and…

In Outliers: The Story of Success, Malcolm Gladwell argues – no, proves – that your chances of becoming a pro hockey player are higher if you’re born in the first three months of the year and are therefore one of the bigger kids on the team when you start playing the game.  And your chances of being a pioneer in the computer business are higher if you were born in 1955, because this makes you young enough to have benefited from certain advances that made programming faster and old enough to have been one of the first programmers in the world with 10,000 hours of programming practice by the time you reached employment age.

Your birthday can be every bit as essential to your success as talent and effort.  Had Wayne Gretske been born in October (not January) or Bill Gates born in 1957 (not 1955), their names would likely be unknown to the rest of us today.

Some would call this luck: an unpredictable phenomenon that leads to a favorable outcome.

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I remember a debate in my high school science class.  After a couple of snide remarks between students over evolution and creationism – of all things worth fighting over in high school – our teacher decided to solve the disagreement by pitting both sides against each other in a more structured way.  We were all told to go home and decide which side we were on, research, and them come back the next day ready to defend our position.

On debate day the teacher had us pick up our desk and move it to either side of the room: the creation side or the evolution side.  I asked where I needed to go if I believed both.

You know, one sure way to turn adversaries into allies is to give them a common enemy.  I was it.

There aren’t many convictions from high school I still cling to today.  I don’t think Nirvana is the best band ever.  I don’t think dress codes infringe upon personal liberties.  I don’t think Texas should secede from the union or that marching band should be an olympic sport or that Kelly Kapowski Morris is my soul mate.

But I do have two lasting convictions pertaining to evolution and creationism: 1) I don’t know how everything was made. 2) I know who made everything.

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I don’t know why my brain connects the dots it does.  There are more useful things I wish my brain would do instead.

I made an appointment with a doctor a couple days ago, hung up the phone, and immediately thought about luck and evolution.

A few years ago Amy Grant released a song called Lucky One.  In it she told a boy that because he was so awesome she felt like the lucky one in the relationship.  Some Christian radio stations and retailers dropped her like a copy of the Book of Mormon.  Luck is a secular replacement for God and his sovereignty, their logic went.  To believe in luck, they reasoned, is to not believe in a powerful, personal and active God.

This is the same logic that caused creationists in that high school classroom all those years ago to disagree with me and even claim I wasn’t a Christian, or at least not the kind that believes the bible.  Evolution, they essentially argued, is a replacement for God.  To believe in evolution, they reasoned, is to not believe in a powerful, creative God.

But both luck haters and creationists have doctors, I figure.

When creationists get sick they call a guy or gal with a lot of tools and knowledge about the human body and ask him to fix what’s broken. Does believing in x-rays, stethoscopes and antibiotics mean not believing in a powerful, personal, active and healing God?

When luck haters describe their bout with cancer or bunions or heart disease, do they say God healed them and that’s it or do they also talk about the chemotherapy, surgery and new diet plan that were part of their treatment?

Because, well, do doctor’s make us well or does God?

One thing’s for sure, God or evolution or both, hasn’t seen fit to make us humans very consistent in our beliefs yet.  That’s pretty unlucky for Amy Grant and me.