There is something dead about science—about rationalism—about creationism.
What do you want? Do you want to be right? Do you want the Bible to be right—like you? Do you want the Bible to be like you—scientific?
The Bible is alive. Are you? The Bible carries within it stories that contain living, breathing messages of how to live. Like a crystal inserted into a fortress of crystals—each tells how to be a real human—now—and finally. Is all of you scientific? Is it the most important part about you? Will the most important thing about you be your gravestone? That you existed between such and such dates? Where does faith fit in? Does it credit you to live properly, love properly—without one shred of proof? Which gives you more credit? Is it faith? Or a rational explanation.