Thank God for Evolution!

Thank God for Evolution!

a book review by Michael J. Booker, Ph.D.

According to Greek mythology, there was once a bandit named Procrustes. He had a special bed which he would offer guests. This bed, he told them, would be exactly the right length for any person who slept in it. Anyone foolish enough to try to spend the night with Procrustes would discover that the bed was made of iron, and the kind host would either stretch them out or amputate them down to the precise length of his bed.

The Reverend Michael Dowd is a minister with the United Church of Christ. His book, Thank God for Evolution!, is billed as a novel reconciliation of science and religion. It comes with an impressive list of pre-publication praise from a wide range of individuals, including five Nobel laureates and a number of spiritual leaders. It is energetic, ambitious, and wide in its scope. Unfortunately, the book is also a textbook example of a Procrustean Bed.

In order to reconcile science and religion, Dowd does great intellectual violence to both science and religion. Religion undergoes the knife; science gets the rack. Dowd talks a lot about his religious tradition, but he doesn’t have much nice to say about it. He explains that the Bible is violent, cruel, and historically distorted. He wants Christianity and all other religious traditions to abandon their fanciful notions of soul, heaven, hell, and a transcendent God. He wants religion to divorce itself from all elements of the supernatural. Depending on one’s choice of definitions, he is looking for religions to stop being religious.

While silencing the faith-texts of the world, he has science saying some utterly bizarre things. Evidently, the truths of science are fixed to the point where he wishes to describe them as public revelation (as opposed to private revelation of the historic faith traditions). Dowd tells us that evolution is a fact, not a theory. Astonishingly, he states that science tells us that the universe is benevolent and that we can trust it. His most persistent source of confusion is using the word evolution in its popular form; as a synonym for progress. He explains evolution more or less correctly in Chapter Two and then devotes the rest of the book to using the term in the popular teleological sense.

His mixture of stretched-out science and mutilated religion he calls the Great Story. Dowd believes that once we outgrow the barbaric, provincial and absurd traditions of the Bible (he lists other scriptures as well, but doesn’t display much familiarity with them), we can still find a naturalistic faith. We can “ooh and aah” over photographs from the Hubble telescope, and marvel at our interconnection with other life forms. He boasts an essentially pantheistic god that, he says, even atheists can believe in. But describing a God that even atheists can embrace is rather like advertising an animal that even vegetarians can eat. Tofu turkey anyone?

It’s hard to see where any of this is especially new. Dowd does introduce some clever terms to frame the debate: flat-earth religion as opposed to evolutionary religion, for example. Yet his naturalistic religion is a fairly unimaginative mixing of liberal Christianity, Twelve Step programs, and a heavy dose of neo-pagan reverence for the biosphere.

What, then, is the point of the book? Early on, the author talks about how he and his wife have become “evangelists for evolution.” The two drive around and live out of a giant van, giving lectures on and selling books about science and evolution. In Chapter Sixteen, Dowd addresses indirectly an issue that should have been central in his book. The author’s church, the United Church of Christ, in on the decline just like many liberal, mainline Protestant churches. Those churches have low birthrates among their parishioners and an aversion to evangelizing. Surely any book that talks about evolutionary Christianity should look at that problem head-on. To succeed in a Darwinian sense, you must be more reproductively successful and do a better job of surviving than your peers. Globally, the fundamentalist and conservative religions are the ones that are growing.

If you had to wager on whether the United Church of Christ or the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints were more likely to be around in a thousand years, it would be better to look at their fertility rates than at their doctrines. Even among the Amish, the most traditional forms of the faith are growing faster than the relatively more open-minded variants.

If Dowd can’t convince liberal Christians to have more babies, then he needs to find some evangelical fervor. That’s really what this book attempts. Thank God for Evolution! is filled with exclamation points, testimonials, and cutesy expressions, such as describing the frontal lobes of the brain as your Higher Porpoise. It is filled with autobiographical details that make no sense in a serious text (do we really need to know that he and his wife have a nickname for the continent of North America?), but that would sound at home in a revival meeting. A visit to the book’s website (www.thankgodforevolution.com) confirms the suspicion that the book is connected with public appearances and Dowd’s evangelism campaign. The book, then, is an appeal to the heart, not to the head.