Monday, October 18, 2010

Jesus likes to drive on Country Roads.

So maybe you have heard this one before, but it goes like this: A guy is walking along a dirt path out in the countryside. He stumbles across a wrist watch laying in the grass. He picks it up and says, "Wow! Isn't it amazing that over millions and millions of years, by pure luck and/or random chance the heartless matter of the universe just so happened to come together to form this wrist watch?!?! No other logical explanation could make any sense."


Yeah, I can't say that such a statement would be very satisfying to me either.

I'm not convinced that a person who stumbles across a random wrist watch would think that that watch was a result of pure and random chance over millions of years. Rather, I would guess that seeing the manufacturers name on it, he would assume that the watch was made by some guy named Casio, Bulova, or perhaps Seiko.

A wrist watch is a bit more complicated than a toaster oven. But it is less complicated than an Ipod.

I have my doubts that most people would think that either the toaster oven, or the Ipod were products of random chance over millions of years. No. By their sheer complexity...and by the beauty OF that complexity, we instinctively know that those things were created by a person with relatively intact gray matter between his years.

(It also doesn't hurt the argument for a creative mind being behind the Ipod when Steve Jobs gets a handsome paycheck every time someone purchases one.)

Yet for some reason, when some people look at a tree, they see random and accidental chance. I don't think that I will ever understand that. Even if that WERE true, such an explanation leaves everything rather cold, don't you think? I mean, if a tree is merely a result of random chance, then what about YOU?

I've heard some parents refer to their child as "My favorite Accident." But in this case, they would be spot on. You and I are merely accidents of the cosmos. Over millions, if not billion and billions of years, the best we can say is that you & I are the result of happy, yet still random, chance...and we are simply worm food once we kick the bucket.


Or here's a thought...

"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge. There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard. Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world." Psalm 19:1-4

"For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities - his eternal power and divine nature - have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse." Romans 1:20

On Saturday, I had to drive out to the cabin to help bring in the dock, boat lift, boat ramp and a variety of other "Summer Toys." Autumn in Minnesota is beautiful. Unfortunately, it usually only lasts about 2 weeks...and then the blizzards come. However, this Autumn has been amazing. I can't recall a Fall ever being this nice and this long. The weather has been warm and sunny. (Which makes me wonder what revenge the winter might hold.) I try to enjoy it while it lasts.

The four photos at the top of the post are from the peninsula road that the cabin is on. On my way down that road, I found myself pulling over to the side a lot, just to sit and look...and take a few shots with the camera. I find it just so beautiful...and I see the works of a creative & generous God...eerily similar to the God mentioned in both the Old & New Testaments. Hmmm...

I can understand folks arguing over various religions and gods. I can even understand Agnosticism. However, I will never, in a million years, understand Atheism. I have had some good friends who are. One, in particular that I worked with at my previous school, was very honest about her position. (She was also a wonderful person who helped me out a great deal.) She told me that "The examined life was not worth living," and not the other way around. Because if you actually bothered to examine life, you would find that it truly is pointless and without a higher purpose, because there is no god or gods, and we are all a result of mere chance.

I used to work with another Atheist who was very honest, too. He admitted that there was no point to life, no higher purpose. So he said the only thing you could do was to squeeze as much pleasure out of life as you could. That dude KNEW how to party.

Well, for myself, I can't look at those Autumn leafs and see random chance. I see a creative mind behind them.

I am NOT a person who has a problem with the idea of "Evolution." I do not take the three creation stories in Genesis as something to be read literally, word for word. Genesis 1 is a poem, for Pete's sake. Since when are we supposed to take poetry literally? That pretty much misses the whole point.

That having been said, I absolutely do not think that the creation/evolution/coming together of the universe and life...and you & I, are random accidents. To me, it is so painfully obvious that there is not just a creative mind behind all of it, but that this mind is beautifully artistic, too. I desire to be open and humble in my opinions and ideas, but this one just seems so obvious, that I verge on arrogance.

Humanity has produced some great artists and architects, but all I have to do is drive down that peninsula road and I can see that the God of Scripture trumps our best efforts every time.

I love music. I can't play any instruments despite my best efforts, and I can only sing in the shower. I'm not sure why, but it seems that every Autumn my musical tastes seem to slide towards Country and/or Folk music. (Rather odd, considering I flood my ears with Heavy Metal & Techno when I am in the gym.)

On my way to the cabin, I popped in a CD I made for myself a few years ago called "Chic Tunes." It's pretty much all female singers doing mostly country & folk. (I like to get in touch with my feminine side apparently) At any rate, it was a good soundtrack for the day.

Here's one of the songs.

I am of the opinion that June, Johnny & Jesus are picking away on guitars & mandolins even as I write this.



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