Tonight, over a romaine and cranberry salad and conversations about daydreaming and the status of sickness in our household, I read a National Geographic article on Francis Collins. I know--a light dinner reading material.

Francis Collins is the head of the Human Genome project, an ongoing project dedicated to helices and DNA and, his personal interest, the ethics of it all. He's the author of a book called The Language of God. He also is a hero of mine recently.

I'm not sure why, we all know science isn't my strong-point.

But this guy directs a program that meets heat every day from those more concerned with genetic dispersion than with genetic originality, or more succinctly, more concerned with defacing the image of God than valuing it.

Which isn't surprising--since most of them deny the existence of God at all.

What I love about this article is that Dr. Collin's interviewer, a professed agnostic, continually tries to tangent with his questioning and Dr. Collin's continually brings it back to one thing: it isn't about how much we know, how much science can prove or disprove, attain or lose. Every statement is filled with this unknowing certainty--unknowing because he's a scientist, certainty because he's a Christian. Unknowing because he's a Christian, certainty because he's a scientist.

It's this beautiful marriage of truth and, well, truth, co-existing and complementing.