A little less than twenty years ago, Francis Collins—who, until recently, was Anthony Fauci’s boss at NIH (National Institutes of Health)—released his book, The Language of God: A Scientist Presents Evidence for Belief.
As an avid reader of theology and science, I put the book on my “must read” list and jumped into his tale of “science meets religion” over coffee. My response was swift and certain: this was bad science and bad theology. So much so that I found the work offensive. I ranted and raved and then forgot about Francis Collins. When next I moved residences, his book became a contribution to the local trash depot.
In “The Language…” I found a stone cold materialist trivializing religion, faith, and God in what seemed a lame and disingenuous attempt to elevate Collins’ personal profile by becoming a unique character, a scientist who humbled himself to grant religion the right to exist in the world of the big boys, the crazy nerds with lucrative government grants.
Francis Collins approached religion with the distant posture of a literary reviewer who finds that a quaint folk work possesses a modicum of entertainment value. Why not invite such lesser intellects to the table for some amusement. And, from the lofty position of a scientist, grant them a little public favor.
He certainly did not have any firsthand traffic with the Moral Law he touted as a foundation of belief. It was simply a clever argument put forth by C.S. Lewis, and by gosh, clever arguments deserved to be aired.
My thought, at the time, was that this man was a danger to the faith. He was a subtle heretic, a clever interloper using supposed intellectual super powers to grant God his citizenship “papers.” In retrospect, I realize I greatly underestimated the horror that was soon to unfold.
Francis Collins, with his arrogant materialistic views, a self-proclaimed science god who allowed the Christian God to participate in tea room talks, was soon to become the General of Genocide, the leader of the federal agency that delivered a genetic bioweapon and its more powerful “vaccine” version on an unsuspecting public. The General of Genocide would oversee so much injury and death that his claim to have an understanding of Moral Law could only be seen as psychopathic joker rhetoric.
Recently, when a roving journalist discovered Francis at lunch with his wife at an outdoor cafe, Francis delivered a “what did I do?” performance. “I’m just a simple guy, doing a simple job.” You know, the humble servant routine. It was sociopathy at its finest.
What now? A first step in correcting the heresy would be to completely shutter the Pontifical Academy of Sciences, a Vatican organization that provides materialist scientists with a platform to undermine the faith, a platform from which harm comes to the flock.
And, as a public show of good faith, the Pontifical Academy of Sciences might, as a final show of good will, take on the job of melting down the Vatican’s Commemorative Medal that celebrates the genocidal COVID vaccine.