This story is the discussion of a student with a professor in a class room about the proof of God’s existance. It is interesting….
“Professing to be wise, they became fools . . .. “
“LET ME EXPLAIN THE problem science has with God.” The atheist professor of philosophy at Oxford University pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand. ” You’re a Muslim, aren’t you, son?”
” Yes, sir.”
“Yes sir, I would.”
How is this God good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?”
The elderly man is sympathetic.
“Let’s start again, young fellow.” “Is God good?”
“I think we’re going to have a lot of fun this semester, ladies and gentlemen.”
“Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?”
“Evil’s everywhere, isn’t it? Did God make everything?”
“The professor closes in for the kill and climbs into the Muslim’s face.
In a still small voice: “God created all evil, didn’t He, son?”
The student tries to hold the steady, experienced gaze and fails. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace the front of the classroom like an aging panther. The class is mesmerized.
Tell me,” he continues, “How is it that this God is Good if He created all evil throughout all time?” The professor swishes his arms around to encompass the wickedness of the world.
“All the hatred, the brutality, all the pain, all the torture, all the death and ugliness and all the suffering created by this good God is all over the world, isn’t it, young man?”
The professor leans into the student’s face again and whispers,
“Is God Good?”
[No answer] “Do you believe in God, son?”
The student’s voice betrays him and cracks.
“Yes, professor. I do.”
The old man shakes his head sadly.
“Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you? ”
The professor smiles sagely at the underling.
The student doesn’t answer
“Sit down, please.”
The Muslim sits…Defeated.
Another Muslim raises his hand. “Professor, may I address the class?”
The professor turns and smiles. “Ah, another Muslim in the vanguard! Come, come, young man. Speak some proper wisdom to the gathering.” The Muslim looks around the room.
“Some interesting points you are making, sir. Now I’ve got a question for you. Is there such thing as heat?”
“Is there such a thing as cold?”
“There is no such thing as cold, otherwise we would be able to go colder than 458. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.”
Silence. A pin drops somewhere in the classroom.
“Is there such a thing as darkness, professor?”
“That’s a dumb question, son. What is night if it isn’t darkness? What are you getting at…?”
“You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it’s called darkness, isn’t it? That’s the meaning we use to define the word. In reality, darkness isn’t. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker and give me a jar of it. Can you…give me a jar of darker darkness, professor?”
Despite himself, the professor smiles at the young effrontery before him.
This will indeed be a good semester.
“Would you mind telling us what your point is, young man?”
The professor goes toxic.? Flawed…? How dare you…!””
The class is all ears.
“Explain… oh, explain…” The professor makes an admirable effort to regain control. Suddenly he is affability itself. He waves his hand to silence the class, for the student to continue.
“You are working on the premise of duality,” the Muslim explains.
“That for example there is life and then there’s death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science cannot even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism but has never seen, much less fully understood them. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, merely the absence of it.”
The young man holds up a newspaper he takes from the desk of a neighbour who has been reading it.
“Here is one of the most disgusting tabloids This country hosts, professor. Is there such a thing as immorality?”
“Of course there is, now look…”
Is there such thing as injustice? No. Injustice is the absence of justice.
Is there such a thing as evil?” The Muslim pauses… “Isn’t evil the absence of good?”
The professor’s face has turned an alarming colour. He is so angry he is temporarily speechless. The Muslim continues. “If there is evil in the world, professor, and we all agree there is, then God, if he exists, must be accomplishing a work through he agency of evil. What is that work, God is accomplishing? The Koran tells us it is to see if each one of us will, of our own free will, choose good over evil.”
The professor bridles. “As a philosophical scientist, I don’t view this matter as having anything to do with any choice; as a realist, I absolutely do not recognize the concept of God or any other theological factor as being part of the world equation because God is not observable.?
“If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes ,of course I do.”
The professor makes a sucking sound with his teeth and gives his student a silent, stony stare.
“I’ll overlook your impudence in the light of our philosophical discussion. Now, have you quite finished?” the professor hisses.
“So you don’t accept God’s moral code to do what is righteous?”
“Ahh! SCIENCE!” the student’s face splits into a grin.
“Sir, you rightly state that science is the study of observed phenomena.
“SCIENCE IS FLAWED?” the professor splutters.
The class is in uproar. The Muslim remains standing until the commotion has subsided.
“To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, May I give you an example of what I mean?” The professor wisely keeps silent. The Muslim looks around the room.
The class breaks out in laughter. The Muslim points towards his elderly, crumbling tutor? Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor’s brain… felt the professor’s brain, touched or smelt the professor’s brain?” No one appears to have done so. The Muslim shakes his head sadly.
“It appears no-one here has had any sensory perception of the professor’s brain whatsoever. Well, according to the rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science, I DECLARE that this professor has no brain.”
The class is in chaos. The Muslim sits… Because that is what a chair is for.