Evolution promises total freedom from all moral accountability. WOW. Try to step out of your regenerated mindset for a moment and ponder that concept. This is an incredible offer. How can any carnal soul resist such a cherry? If I’m just here as one insignificant link in the long chain of man’s genetic progression, I can do whatever I want. Evolution says my real value lies is my genes, and I didn’t pick them. Maybe I’m one of the fittest, maybe I’m one of the weakest, but whatever I am, I’M NOT RESPONSIBLE. The link who birthed me gets the blame for anything I’m not. When I die, no one will miss me. Evolution teaches that my greatest contribution is passing on my genes to the next generation. Terrific–bring on the promiscuity! The more partners I sleep with, the better, especially if I’m considered the cream of the crop in physical looks or intelligence. Can’t call me out for being immoral because there are no morals—there’s only the glorious gene pool and it doesn’t care what I do.

Evolution says there is no God. WOW. No God means no one to answer to when this life is over. I’ll just die, decompose, and be forgotten. With the threat of eternal consequences gone, all I have to do is try and escape consequences in this life. Bring on the cheating, lying, and manipulating. There are no rules, anything goes. It’s all about me and I don’t have to care about anyone else.

Evolution gives me a license to kill. SCORE. Because I never really liked my parents and I resent having to take care of them now that they’re turning senile. Bring on the euthanasia—let’s clear out the genetic clutter! The animal kingdom has shown us the way: picking off the weak, the elderly and the sick. Bad genes need to be eliminated from the pool so the good ones can dominate. Natural selection is the best—I can select away my unborn child and abort her into oblivion. I don’t have to feel bad, she was just a mass of cells.

Evolution justifies the worship of animals. GOOD. Because animals are way easier to relate to than humans. I can project whatever I want to onto my dog and he can’t talk back. Bring on the risk-free relating! Thanks to Evolution, I’m not weird if I obsess over primates and spend my life trying to bond with a lower species, I’m just appreciating our past. If I find within myself a need to worship something, the chimps will do well. After all, they are just one link away. If I want a family without having to commit, I’ll buy a dog and call him my kid. There’s no real point in investing in people when they’re just a mass of cells. All that matters is that I enjoy myself during my brief life on this earth.

Evolution says I’m in control. SCORE. I always knew we humans were geniuses. Look at the way we pulled ourselves out of the slime and strained our way into humanoids. Next up: an alien species who conquer the universe. There’s nothing we can’t accomplish if we put our minds to it. We are so impressive. We have every right to boast. Pride is a beautiful thing.

Evolution is not about science, it’s about escaping God. It’s about being free to do whatever we want, whenever we want, without having to deal with any consequences. Evolution puts us totally in control. We Christians need to realize what glorious promises this theory offers before we get caught in circular arguments about technical facts. When talking to an evolutionist, you need to focus on the theory that we can escape moral accountability, not argue about apes. When you cut to the bottom line, you’ll quickly find out whether a soul is open or closed to Truth. If they’re open, you can explain to them that we don’t get to define truth, nor can we escape dealing with God by simply pretending He doesn’t exist. It’s glorious news to find out that you aren’t just a product of slime, but an eternal soul who was fearfully and wonderfully made by a loving Creator.