This is the script of this morning’s Thought for the Day on BBC Radio 4’s Today programme:
Earlier this morning India launched a rocket to deliver a satellite to join a constellation of seven satellites which will take high-resolution full colour video of the earth from space. Which means that it won’t be long before we get to see some remarkable film of the tiny globe on which we live.
I well remember staring at the first photographs of the earth taken from the moon. I was a child and hadn’t fully registered the fact that human beings had never before been able to look at the whole globe from a distance and see it against the backdrop of the universe.
The initial pictures were stunning and had a long-lasting impact on those who saw them. Having seen ourselves as the centre of the universe and had our perspectives shaped by the intimate dramas of our particular habitat, it came as a shock to see the beautiful, tiny, fragile orb spinning almost insignificantly in the vast ocean of star-studded blackness. Are we really that small?
Well, the sense of mystery that these photographs evoked was not unique. Nearly three millennia ago a peasant looked up at a Middle Eastern sky and wrote: “When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars that you have established; what are human beings that you are mindful of them, mortals that you care for them?” OK, the poet wasn’t looking back on earth, but from earth looking up – and this had the effect of causing him to wonder what life is all about and why we matter anyway.
And it is this perspective that puts in context both the global and local struggles that consume human energy, aspiration and fear – from the future of the NHS to North Korean nuclear missiles and a post-Brexit UK.
Science explores the shape and mechanics of the universe, sparking the imagination and causing us to face reality based on observable facts. What science can’t do, however, is attribute to what is seen any inherent meaning, however inspiring the observation itself might be. What is seen has to be mediated, interpreted or apprehended, but it cannot of itself impute particular meaning other than to say that it is what it is.
But, this is where science and faith can be seen to play on the same field. The old so-called ‘conflict metaphor’ – in my view – needs to be consigned to the intellectual bin. George Lemaitre was a Belgian priest and professor of physics in the last century. It was he who proposed the theory of the expansion of the universe in what became known as Hubble’s Law. Praised by Albert Einstein in 1933, Lemaitre went on to say: ”There are two paths to truth; and I decided to follow both of them.”
So, science and faith are not enemies in the search for truth.
Or, as Shakespeare put it in Hamlet “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
January 12, 2018 at 9:05 am
Reblogged this on Dislocated Christians by Anna Townsend.
January 12, 2018 at 12:17 pm
“Little round planet in a big Universe.
Sometimes it looks blessed, sometimes it looks cursed.
Depends on what you look at, obviously.
But even more, it depends on the way that you see.”
January 12, 2018 at 5:05 pm
“We are a way for the cosmos to know itself”, this quote from Carl Sagan. We are stardust. All the elements heavier than hydrogen were, are, formed within dying stars, that explode and seed the universe with matter. We look outwards, to discover the nature of the cosmos, and discover ourselves. Awesome.
“In the place my wonder comes from, there I find you”, Love Song, by Bruce Cockburn.
January 15, 2018 at 10:43 am
Your interaction with John Humphreys sounded cordial – was good to hear you’d not been banned from TFTD after critiquing the ‘deeply boring’ comment – not that I’d expect the Beeb to do that 🙂
January 15, 2018 at 3:55 pm
”There are two paths to truth; and I decided to follow both of them.” George Lemaitre
“The best roads of all are the ones that aren’t certain.
One of those is where you’ll find me ’til they drop the big curtain.” Bruce Cockburn. I get the feeling that Lemaitre was another child of the wind.