Can Science Sometimes Be Wrong?
by Robert Paul Vicars IV
I recently walked through the Smithsonian Natural History Museum in Washington, DC. It is essentially a temple of Darwinian orthodoxy. To be a Christian and walk through its halls, to see all of the obvious Darwinian presuppositions on display as unquestioned (nay, unquestionable) fact, was quite disturbing. Of the many observations, I’ll recount two for you that I find the most thought provoking.
Science is “Self-Correcting”
There was a kind older gentleman manning a table with some molds of “ancient human” skulls. They were each distinct in their shape, size and features. With each skull was a 3×5 card that noted the “type” of human the skull belonged to, and on the back of the card was listed the date range in which that specific creature “walked” the Earth. The interesting thing about these date ranges is that they had been repeatedly scratched out and changed (changed, mind you, not refined–to refine would be to reduce the window in range, or perhaps slight adjustments to the window. However, the window moved, in some cases substantially, it did not just get smaller.) More on that in a moment.
I made the error in assuming the gentleman manning the counter was a scientist of sorts and I began to ask him about the reason for the changing brow (generally, it was smaller on the younger skulls). But when I found myself explaining the Darwinian mechanism to him, I knew he wouldn’t be able to answer my questions (and they were sincere questions–I desired to know what scientists believed about the natural selection of a smaller brow). Afterward, I began small talk with this kind gentleman, ultimately commenting on the challenge he’d obviously had keeping up with the date ranges for his props (he’d rather save on 3×5 cards, than make a new one for each change). I said something to the effect of “it must be difficult keeping up with the ‘theory du jour’”.
At this point, a man who was listening to our conversation rolled-in on me. He noted for me, with slightly more emotion than casual conversation, that a lot of intellectual rigor goes into studying these things and that science is great, in-part, because it is “self-correcting.”
I did not desire to offend, and I think the older gentleman did a great job of expounding on the man’s comments in a way that settled him down. I shook the old man’s hand, thanked him for his time, and wished him a good day. But “self-correcting” continued to ring in my mind…
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