Made In Heaven

There are some things in life that over time have become more and more ridiculous to me. One of those things is how human beings can look at life and not believe that a God created that life. If I were walking along in the desert and came across a child’s doll, I would have to assume that someone had been there. In my examination, I might ask “Who dropped this doll?” and “Who made this doll?” The fact is that any good scientist would ask the same questions. Imagine scientists finding a doll on Mars! The assumption would be that a greater intelligence must exist. “Dolls do not come from nowhere! Dolls are made!”

I have hands much more complex than that of a doll. My eyes function better, my legs serve a greater purpose, and I am all around better than any toy representation of me. Why then do I assume an inferior version of humanity (like a doll) is created, but a superior version (like actual people) came about by chance? That assumption would be ridiculous. How can I believe that a doll hand (that cannot move or function) was made, but my hand (that has all sorts of abilities and functions) was the result of an accident?

A good scientist, who discovers a doll in the desert, takes the next step and asks, “What kind of person could build such a thing as this?” Likewise, we should ask that same question. “Who made us? What is he like?” The quality of the creation demonstrates the care, giftedness, power, and love of the creator. Truly, knowing the creation is a window into knowing the creator.