I MARVEL AT WHAT I SEE!
Several weeks ago, the yard in front of our house looked dead. Spring returned and the ground opened its mouth and forth came flowers and shrubs. Among the vegetation, bugs, bees, flies, birds, and even the deer appeared. A little rabbit chanced it and the cat took its life. That little rabbit will never reproduce. In a tree a chipmunk teased the cat and nearby a mother bird chirped to get the cat away from its nest. All around me, nature was alive. I too, at 81, felt spirited. I marvel at what I see and ask myself, “How can I not believe in “Someone” that made all this possible?” Even the smallest and perhaps insignificant things are too organized and systematic to have evolved from chance. I have yet to see the smartest among us to make a simple bug that can reproduce itself. Just how foolish can I be, even to presume that the world I live in was an accident (Psalm 14:1)?
When all the knowledge of the world has been collected into a data bank, the results shall remain zero. The Creator is Spirit that cannot be tested in a laboratory or measured in centimeters (John 4:24). The only way we can reach Him is when He reaches us (Exodus 3:6; John 8:58). And God has revealed Himself and His intentions; only, we refuse to believe it (Hebrews 1:1-3:11:6). The universe and the earth disclose a source of energy that is endless and secure (Psalm 19:1; 24:1). The fact that all the cosmic catastrophe and upheavals have not derailed our world is further evidence that someone very powerful is in charge. Why do I believe this? I believe because creation is still in progress. It did not stop when God rested. In fact, it began to recreate itself. How was this accomplished?
The Creator put seed into every living plant, animal, bird, fish, and even man for the sole purpose of reproduction (Genesis 1:20-28). It is while we live, we produce and pass on the seed in our offspring. When we are dead, we no longer can produce. God made us a source for seed to be passed on. The same things result in plants and the animal world. God commanded us to reseed, to reproduce, and to multiply. During my first 21 years, we were farmers. In order to have crops we seeded and planted over and over. Some of the seed looked dead. Then when it was in the ground and watered, it became alive. The seed that we crushed or damaged did not reproduce. It was up to us to handle seed with care. Just think how much more caution and care human seed requires? We might also wonder what will happen to seeds that were terminated and who will fill their places in God’s plan for the world? We can guess what happens to a family that leaves no seed behind? It is no different with a nation that aborts her seed. It is incomprehensible when humans destroy their own livelihood!
There is a reason why God put such an enormously high value on life (Exodus 20:13). It took me some time to realize that it is not all about me, but about the roll I play in the recreation process. If I, fail in my roll, then I am depriving my offspring of reproducing? I am a tool in God’s continuing creation and renewal. It is essential to keep life and the system in operation. I am 81 and physically no longer needed to produce seed, but I am definitely needed to renew our minds with regard to our accountability to keep God’s creation alive. If we cease to reproduce, so does God’s creation. It is as simple as the ABC. Man should not be the one to decide who reproduces and who does not. It is God’s task to select the mutation of species and not ours. And in the process, we ought to preserve what God has entrusted us with (Genesis 1:26). When will we ever learn to value who we are and not what we want?
Our problem is within our mind. Our minds are unwilling to accept that we are the reason God is still interested in us. It is not about the world, but about us (John 3:16). We, “God’s Image,” have not yet fulfilled all God’s expectations. And that cannot happen until each one of us also experiences a rebirth (John 3:3-8). We cannot please God or even ourselves, nor can we improve our condition, without first realizing that we too can become new beings that can make the world a better place to live in. I know that we can be transformed (Romans 2:2). I have experienced that new birth, not just in faith, but also in real living. I was physically disabled and could no longer farm. I had to look inward and discovered that God had placed in me the potential to be even more productive than I was before. Next Sunday is Pentecost, the “Birth of our Christian faith.” It reminds me of spring, when God’s breeze can renew us and we can blossom again (John 3:8). Like the seasons, life goes through cycles, at least mine does. We must let spring come into our life! What better time is there than on Pentecost?