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By David Zuccolotto<\/span><\/span>, Op-ed Contributor Thursday, February 19, 2026<\/span>Getty Images\/Carol Yepes<\/span><\/p>\n

I was seated in a lab at UC Berkeley, staring at a preserved brain floating in a glass jar, pale and luminous under fluorescent lights, like a prop from a science-fiction film.<\/p>\n

As the professor spoke, my mind wandered. I imagined a funeral for that brain. A podium. A velvet cloth. I stood to deliver the eulogy: “We are gathered here to honor Cognishia Grey.” Note the pristine frontal lobe. No lesions. No trauma. A well-kept brain. A remarkable organ. <\/p>\n

Then the smell of formaldehyde snapped me back.<\/p>\n

Here’s the problem. That brain in the jar once belonged to someone. Someone with memories. Regrets. Longings. A life stitched together by love, fear, hope and meaning. None of that was floating in the glass. Neuroscience can map neural activity with breathtaking precision, but it still can’t explain why a moment matters or why loss hurts the way it does.<\/p>\n

The brain is physical. The mind is personal. It’s where memory, belief, emotion and action collide. A scan can show which regions light up when you remember your mother’s voice. It can’t tell you why her absence still aches 10 years later. You can dissect a brain. You can’t hold a thought in your hand. A surgeon can remove a tumor. No scalpel can extract what love feels like.<\/p>\n

I’ll leave the technical debates to the academics. But after years as a psychologist, sitting with people in their worst moments, I’ve learned this: when life collapses, no one talks about neurons. They talk about betrayal, regret, fear and hope. I’ve watched brilliant men and women \u2014 surgeons, scientists, attorneys \u2014 lose their theoretical language the moment a teenager overdoses, a spouse walks out, a diagnosis lands or a future disappears.\u00a0<\/p>\n

Science is excellent at explaining mechanisms. But it stumbles when asked to explain meaning, morality, or that deep ache for more that refuses to go away. If the brain were all there is, we should be able to explain everything we are through scans and data. We can’t. Not fully. And that gap matters.<\/p>\n

I often tell my clients that knowing God doesn\u2019t begin with doctrines or tidy explanations. It begins much closer to the heart, with noticing something in ordinary human experience that we usually rush past.<\/p>\n

We don\u2019t just operate on instinct or biology. We experience ourselves as being addressed-something calls us beyond the daily grind. People describe it in plain language: \u201cThere must be more,\u201d \u201cThere has to be something out there,\u201d \u201cThere is always that next thing or person that is calling me.\u201d There\u2019s an inward sense of being summoned, questioned, or claimed, and a need to respond.<\/p>\n

In therapy, this rarely appears as a clear belief. It\u2019s more like a low-grade ache. Restlessness. A sense of unfinished business. Someone will say, \u201cOn paper, my life is fine, but something feels off.\u201d They\u2019ll blame stress or burnout, and sometimes that\u2019s true. But the explanation can feel thin, as if it doesn\u2019t quite touch the thing itself.<\/p>\n

That ache is easy to ignore because it\u2019s so common. But it\u2019s also revealing. It suggests we aren\u2019t just bodies managing demands and stimuli. We listen. We answer. And that quiet, persistent sense of being addressed is often where theology actually begins \u2014 even before anyone realizes that\u2019s what\u2019s happening.<\/p>\n

Scripture never flatters our bodies by pretending they are trivial. On the contrary, it treats them with almost unsettling seriousness. \u201cYou formed my inward parts,\u201d the psalmist says, \u201cyou knitted me together in my mother’s womb\u201d (Psalm 139:13). Not assembled. Knitted. The language is intimate and deliberate. God fashions a living instrument \u2014 brain, nerves, breath, flesh \u2014 so that a human life can\u00a0be heard<\/em>\u00a0in the world, capable of perceiving, responding, and bearing meaning rather than merely occupying space.<\/p>\n

And that, I think, is the crucial distinction. The body is not the composer. It is the instrument. The brain is not the author of meaning; it is the means by which meaning is received, interpreted, and expressed. Confusing the two is like mistaking an electric guitar for\u00a0Eric Clapton.<\/p>\n

Modern thought often assumes that once the mechanism is explained, the meaning has been exhausted. If we understand how something works, we assume we have understood what it is. Scripture resists that assumption. When Paul tells the Corinthians, \u201cThe body is not meant for immorality, but for the Lord, and the Lord for the body\u201d (1 Corinthians 6:13), he makes a claim far deeper than sexual ethics. He says the body has a purpose beyond itself. It is tuned toward communion. Toward resonance with God.<\/p>\n

This is why purely material explanations for life feel thin when life falls apart around us. Neuroscience can describe activation and inhibition, stress responses, and memory consolidation. But when grief arrives, love overwhelms, or conscience refuses to be silenced, the language of neurology suddenly feels foreign. Something is happening\u00a0through<\/em>\u00a0us that cannot be reduced\u00a0to<\/em>\u00a0us.<\/p>\n

The Bible says this plainly: \u201cThe Spirit himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God\u201d (Romans 8:16).<\/p>\n

Notice what that means. A witness implies a relationship. It assumes communication \u2014 something is being said, and something is being heard. There\u2019s a signal, and it\u2019s recognized.<\/p>\n

Our spirit isn\u2019t something that generates truth on its own. It responds. It receives.<\/p>\n

And the brain \u2014 remarkable, but still fragile and limited \u2014 is the physical organ that helps us experience and understand that inner testimony in real life. Through it, this spiritual assurance becomes something we\u2019re aware of in our thoughts, emotions, and daily experience.<\/p>\n

This also helps us see why Christian faith doesn\u2019t treat salvation as an escape from the body.<\/p>\n

The goal isn\u2019t a floating, bodiless existence somewhere beyond the world. It\u2019s resurrection. As Paul writes, \u201cThe perishable must put on the imperishable\u201d (1 Corinthians 15:53).<\/p>\n

God doesn\u2019t throw away the body, as if it were a broken tool. He restores it. He tunes it again \u2014 bringing it to the fullness it was always meant to reach.<\/p>\n

Christ makes this concrete.<\/p>\n

The Word didn\u2019t remain a distant, abstract idea. \u201cThe Word became flesh and dwelt among us\u201d (John 1:14). Flesh. A real body. A working brain. Muscles that tired. A stomach that felt hunger. A nervous system that registered pain. If the brain were just a closed system, producing experience all by itself, the Incarnation wouldn\u2019t make much sense. Why step into biology at all?<\/p>\n

Christ brings this idea down to Earth.<\/p>\n

The Word did not stay distant or theoretical. \u201cThe Word became flesh and dwelt among us\u201d (John 1:14). That means a real human body. A brain that learned and remembered. Muscles that grew tired. A body that felt hunger and pain.<\/p>\n

If the brain were nothing more than a sealed system generating its own inner world, the Incarnation would be hard to explain. Why would God enter biology at all?<\/p>\n

But if the brain is an instrument for connection \u2014 built for relationship and shared understanding \u2014 then the Son of God taking on a human body makes sense. It isn\u2019t strange. It\u2019s fitting. God meets us where we actually live: in bodies, in history, in experiences we can feel and understand.<\/p>\n

Augustine famously wrote, \u201cYou have made us for yourself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they rest in you.\u201d Restlessness is not a defect. It is evidence of design. A radio tuned to a frequency it did not invent. A mind capable of truth because it was made to correspond to something real.<\/p>\n

The Christian claim, then, is not anti-scientific. It is anti-reductive. It honors the brain precisely by refusing to idolize it. It recognizes the body as a gift, not God. Instrument, not origin. And it dares to say that the deepest experiences of human life \u2014 meaning, moral obligation, love, and hope \u2014 are not produced by neurons any more than a symphony is produced by wood and string.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are not your own,\u201d Paul writes, \u201cfor you were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body\u201d (1 Corinthians 6:19\u201320). That exhortation only makes sense if the body is capable of glory \u2014 of bearing something greater than itself.<\/p>\n

Your life, then, is not noise from a biological machine. It is music \u2014 sometimes dissonant, sometimes broken, but real. And Christ does not silence it. He redeems it. He draws it back into harmony with the Song it was always meant to sing.<\/p>\n

The brain receives the sound.
The body carries the rhythm.
But the source of the music \u2014 your life in Christ \u2014 is God.<\/p>\n

Dr. David Zuccolotto is a former pastor and clinical psychologist. For 35 years he has worked for hospitals, addiction treatment centers, outpatient clinics and private practice. He is the author of\u00a0The Love of God: A 70 Day Journey of Forgiveness.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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