There are times when I wonder how many brilliant minds have been silenced because someone in flowing robes said that science and faith are enemies. I imagine those minds of yore pacing up and down prison floors or waiting for the crackle of flames under their feet, as they were burned at the stake.

With deep sadness, I wonder whether those men of the church ever realised they were not protecting God but protecting their own fear of thinking.

How many discoveries were delayed because someone shouted heresy instead of listening with humility.

One simple truth we forget is that language grows only when knowledge grows. If God had decided to explain DNA to Moses on Mount Sinai, he would have had to begin with alphabets and move to chromosomes before giving Moses a PhD.

Moses would never have made it down the mountain. The people below would have built a golden cow, sacrificed everything they owned and left. So, God explained creation in the language they understood, not because the explanation was unscientific, but because vocabulary had not yet caught up with His mind. Yet we cling to sentences as if they are marble statues that cannot move.

I remember once visiting a church where a stern elder told me in a whisper that only the King James Version was accepted there. Every other version was seen as an assault on holy truth. It struck me that if the believers clung so tightly to one translation and rejected every new finding, they would soon insist God spoke only in old English.

Imagine a God who says thee and thou while the world says you and me.

Words are meant to carry thought. They are a vehicle that should move understanding from one heart to another.

They are not marble idols to be placed in unforgiving glass cases.

The moment we worship the words instead of the thought, we build a fence around God.

One day we will wake up and realise that science and faith are not two armies marching towards battle. They are two hands belonging to the same body. One hand explains how. The other hand explains why. When they work together the world moves forward. When they fight the world sits confused and bleeding.

In my soon to be released book Tsippy’s Story, co-authored with a renowned scientist, saucy Tsippy, (she’s actually Zipporah, the wife of Moses) comes down to earth from heaven and stands on a grand stage.

She appears as an African American woman and takes on every argument thrown at her, quite often interrupted by Lucifer who uses the same tired reasoning that some religious teachers use even today. He tries to stop the fusion of science and faith, but Tsippy stands firm, reminding the world that God is not afraid of science.

He invented it.

Maybe if you open your mind a little, you will find that God and science have been walking together all along, smiling at our confusion and waiting for us to catch up…!

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