We are now a society obsessed with a coming apocalypse: a climate change ice-age, wave after wave of zombies, earthquakes, volcanoes, tsunamis, plagues, asteroids, and hemorrhoids. All this makes for great drama magnified by special effects. But after a while one has to ask, “Who cares?”
Almost every university teaches us that we evolved by accident from some primeval goo that formed (somehow) the amino acids and that there is no reason to believe life on this planet will continue forever. We began by accident and are just as likely to end by accident—meteor, comets, or cataclysm. If it all ends eventually, why do we care if it ends sooner rather than later. According to Naturalism, the beginning, the end, and everything in between is meaningless—without purpose. Everything is just atoms spinning in space.
The fact that so much drama surrounds apocalypse points out that everything in our hearts screams that life has meaning and is worth preserving. There is great discord between what most science departments tell us and what our hearts know is true. To know life has meaning and is for some reason worth clinging to, all we have to do is watch a few apocalypse movies. Or we could read Genesis.
