Happy Valentine’s Day Fellow Residents of Cyberspace,
Valentine’s Day calls to mind images of hearts and love, of Cupid and his quiver of arrows, of chocolate kisses and long stem red roses. These stunning flowers have captured my attention in a whole new way this year.
As I gaze upon the velvet curves of an open bloom, a world of mystery reveals itself. Each and every bud contains a myriad of intricacies that make it truly unique. Maybe its the blood-red shade of the petals, or the abstract beauty of its unfolding shape. Even in its death there is an element of romance – the wistful dance of a petal as it falls and fills the air with its perfume. Whatever it may be, something uncommon makes each flower a work of living art.
I can not help but reflect upon God’s creation, as I examine the artistry of a rose. Faith does not come naturally to me, it is a daily struggle to surrender. I am a questioner and a skeptic – I was wired that way. I’m more of a doubting Thomas than an over zealous Peter, but that is a topic for another day. My doubt stems not from the question of God’s existence – this truth could not be more apparent – but in the idea that this awesome, mighty God could love a wretch like me. But then I remember to consider the ravens. “They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds!” (Luke 12:24). I find my comfort and my worth by looking at God’s creation.
Scientists have attempted to explain away the idea of creation, but continue to fall tragically short. They seem to believe that a “happy accident” created the complex world in which we live today. That a “big bang” was the catalyst for our existence. Our schools have taken this theory and are teaching it as fact. But there is a glaring flaw in their logic – the theory itself concludes that what existed prior to this event is utterly unknown and is therefore nothing more than conjecture. So this idea of a beginning, still lacks an initial starting point. Without accounting for a higher power, one is left wanting.
I believe that there is indeed a place for science in this world. God created a world of order, not chaos. The complexity of the human body depicts this beautifully. There is a harmony and a flow to our inner workings. He created a world that functions within a set framework of scientific laws. But He is by no means subject to those laws. We need only look to the medical miracles that defy science and reason to witness this fact.
God’s fingerprints are everywhere. Evidence abounds in the mysterious music of a babbling brook, in the grace and power of a lion on the prowl, in the wonder of a new life, and in the intricacies of a rose. Each wonder of nature is an opportunity to meet our Maker. Take a moment to drink Him in.
Next week I’ll discuss the freedom we have in Christ to be exactly who He has created us to be.
Until Next Week,
May You Live Each Moment As If It’s Your Last,
Weekly Reflections: (Disclaimer: The great depths of my sorrow can only be justly compared to the impressive heights of my joy. If you stay tuned in long enough you’ll begin to see the silver ray of hope in even the darkest of my reflections.)
The science theory fails to stand its ground,
This word of ours is not so simply bound.
Complex creation hails divine design,
As nature’s wonder is the greatest sign.
The subtle beauty of a petaled rose,
Contains the many answers no one knows.
The crashing thunder of a mighty wave,
Reflects the grace and splendor that does save.
Beneath the glassy surface, down below,
There lies a world where silent wonders flow.
In deepest dark of night, way up above,
There shines so many tiny lights of love.
Forgiveness cloaks a mother’s true embrace,
The perfect picture of angelic grace.
Can anyone begin to understand,
The secret of a little infant’s hand?
In steady sheets the rhythmic rain pours down,
A precious gift of peace, its cleansing sound.
Each drop a promise to renew and heal,
These liquid jewels alter how you feel.
A bolt of lightning flashes clear and bright,
Its sharp electric pulse does wake the night.
This world is vast and well beyond diverse,
I can’t imagine life before the curse.
No fingers pointing blame to hide our shame,
No beasts that maim; the golden lion’s tame.
No crushing metal chains of endless pain,
No sin or stain; no loving Savior slain.
The hope of only endless blissful days,
Forever spent in such a state of praise.
To rest amid a quiet grassy field,
Beneath the shadow of the Lord, my shield.
To drift along in perfect dreamy haze,
Embraced within His ever faithful gaze.
Verse Of The Week:
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
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