One thing is certain. You are reading this. You may be at your desk in an airport or library but you are reading this.
Man is a creature that is bound by the nature of his consciousness to figure out how it came to be that he is reading this. Other animals do not seem to be possessed by this form of dementia. Man asks questions.
Most of the explanations he has arrived at have a supernatural premise. An external entity said to be existing completely apart from everything else in existence is said to have made everything. This is commonly called 'Creation' and most religions have an explanation about how this happened.
Evolution has come to be seen as inimical to the notion of God in the traditional conservative Christian worldview. I was taught the earth was made in 6 24 hour days. 144 literal hours. I believed it until I was 58 years old.
In fact just about everything I was taught came to be seen as totally unbelievable to me. Once I began to throw away unbelievable things I realized I could not believe anything in this format of information anymore.
I never gave up God, but now God had no definition for me but that as simply the source of all and that definition not tightly defined.
So you know you are here reading this. How did that happen? Where did all this originate from?
Big bang? Where did that which banged come from? The cosmic chicken or the cosmic egg? No one seriously believes something appears from nothing. That would be magic or miraculous and rational people do not believe in magic or miracles.
So how do you begin to come to grips with your existence? How did life begin? Was there a cause for life? Was life dead before it was alive? Was what is living always alive or did it become alive at a point in time?
Is it possible there was never a beginning? That would imply that endings are impossible also.
In retrospect I can understand why anyone being taught Christianity by fundamentalist Christians might reject it. All I needed to have faith was a believable explanation. In 58 years the church never gave me one.
I still have a conception of a transcendent reality but don't consider myself a vessel of wrath destined to be punished for eternity in really hot fire.