Who Made This?
A Word of Encouragement from Elizabeth Handford
"Mama, it's Daddy's birthday today?" five-year-old Amanda asked. Mother nodded.
"I want to make him a birthday cake."
"Good. I'll help you."
The tedious measuring of the ingredients, the earnest stirring of the batter, the slow waiting for the baking cake to rise in the oven, and the inept smearing on of the frosting were finally done when Daddy walked in the door that evening.
"WooHoo! Now that's a birthday cake," he said. "Mother, did you make it?" Mother shook her head.
"Son Michal, did you bake this cake?" Michal shook his head.
"Well, somebody made this cake. Amanda, did you make this beautiful cake?"
Amanda answered him by throwing herself into his arms and giving him sweet, moist kisses.
An architect looks at a newly-built house. He sees how carefully it fits into the landscape. He notes the neat layout of the rooms, drawn to fit the exact needs of a growing family. He likes the craftsmanship and the beauty of the exterior. He asks, "Who designed this house?"
An engineer, waiting to board his plane, surveys the aircraft on the tarmac. He notes the sleek, aerodynamic lines formed to give the exact lift required for that amount of weight. He sees the huge jet engines with exactly the amount of thrust needed to lift it into the air. And he speculates, "Who built it? Airbus? Or Boeing?"
A high school student looks at his smart phone. Imagine all the stuff that he holds in his hand-access to almost any place in the world, a cloud of information awaiting the touch of his finger, a calculator, a translator into foreign languages, and even, when he needs them, his family. "Someday," he dreams, "I'm going to invent something even better than what Steve Jobs invented!"
A biologist looks at the human body. He studies the intricacies of the design of the eye. He marvels at the coordination of sinew and muscle, nerve, heart and lungs. He knows he has just begun to plumb the depths of that astonishing body, that years and years of scientific research have only deepened the mystery of how the human body functions so perfectly.
But some biologists, surveying that remarkably designed and complex body, then say, "Wow! Imagine! Through millions of years that body evolved all by itself from primordial soup!"
Why? Doesn't a design always indicate a designer?
O LORD, our Lord, the majesty of your name fills the earth!
Your glory is higher than the heavens. . . .
When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers-
the moon and the stars You have set in place-
What are mortals that you should think of us mere humans,
that You should care for us?
For you made us only a little lower than the angels,
and you crowned us with glory and honor. Psalm 8:1-5