Tim focuses on the impossibility of life existing by chance.
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I don’t have enough faith to believe that happened by chance.
Right? And this reminds me of a famous clip from that great—I’m not recommending this movie—“Dumb and Dumber.” Now, for those of you who don’t know the story, Lloyd Christmas, he met Mary in an airport, and he spends the entire movie trying to reconnect with her because he’s fallen in love with her. Kind of love at first sight. And he travels across the country and finally meets Mary face-to-face, and he declares his love for Mary and asks Mary what are the chances of them getting together, and here’s what she says.
“What are my chances?”
“Not good.”
“You mean, not good like one out of a hundred?”
“I’d say more like one out of a million.”
“So you’re telling me there’s a chance.”
Alright. You see, here’s the thing, guys. Here’s the thing. You can offer these kind of probabilities that literally are incomprehensible, one part in 10 to the 164th power. That is incomprehensible. But someone could still say, “Well, it could happen by chance. It could happen.” And I mean, honestly, I don’t want to be—but it sounds to me like this. What she’s saying when she says one in a million is, “You don’t have a chance, Lloyd,” right? That’s what she’s saying. You have no chance.
And that’s what we’re talking about here. Remember, the amino acid that we built was a hundred—the protein we built was 150 amino acids long. That isn’t even realistic because the average size amino acid—protein, excuse me, is more like three times that size. Okay? And so it turns out that even the simplest life has about three thousand different proteins. We tried to make a small one. Three thousand different proteins. It’s estimated that the human body contains over two million different proteins inside it. Two million different proteins, okay?
And then we get words like this, “For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.” Right? And we often think, well that’s just like—no, get out your microscope, and you can see you are fearfully and wonderfully made.