While doing some reading on this year’s prestigious Nobel awards, I bumped into the video of a little boy who insists that jalapeno peppers are not hot.
Then I continued reading about the recognition given to 3 researchers who have been honored in the category of physiology and medicine. Together and individually they have discovered different aspects of the complexity by which human body cells negotiate the equivalent of rush hour traffic to constantly deliver their precious life sustaining packages in a timely way to every cell and system of the human body.
Another article predicts that the Stockholm group will give its award in physics to Professors Peter Higgs. At 84, he is described by the New York Times describes as a “legendarily shy and self-effacing professor at the University of Edinburgh whose name is attached to what is so far the landmark discovery in physics this century: a particle said to be the key to explaining the existence of mass, diversity and — yes — life in the universe, the Higgs boson. Most people know it as the “God particle.”
At this point (as we are reminded of the mystery and complexity of life) our mind can go in a couple of different directions. On one hand we can rightly honor and sit in awe of those gifted with the thoughtfulness and endurance it takes to push the limits of human understanding. At the same time we might suspect that there is something of the child in all of us that doesn’t want to admit the obvious. Whether pursuing our understanding of science, the Bible, or anything else… we’ve been given the gift of thought and discovery not merely to know— but to worship.
As a local parish priest tells a young Rudy a movie by the same name, “Son, in thirty-five years of religious study, I’ve come up with only two hard, incontrovertible facts; there is a God, and, I’m not Him.” That, for sure, is the other extreme. But it has its point.