This morning I saw a magnificent desert sunrise. Scientists determined just when it would occur in my neighborhood. These are the same scientists who are able to determine the next eclipse of the sun or moon. This is made possible by the awesome design of a magnanimous Designer.

Someone designed my house. It has three bedrooms and two baths because the person who designed it decided to include three bedrooms and two baths. I’ve seen the blueprints. A plumber followed the design of the architect so I can take soft-water showers when I feel the urge. An electrician laid out the wiring so I could fix a power shake in the mornings with my blender.

Who in his right mind would believe it if I said my house was a product of happenstance? If I tried to explain its present location and structure by dismissing any thought of an architect, contractor, sub-contractors, and such, perhaps someone would attempt to find me psychiatric counseling. Design demands a designer.

We are also advised by atheists that once the impossible spontaneous generation occurred, all other life came from that one random spontaneously generated cell. Is that logical? If the impossible probability of one cell forming occurred, what is the chance that it would live to reproduce? The organism would have no food, no mate, and an extremely hostile living environment. Against these impossible odds, we are told, it spawned the entire world of living things. More likely, such a chance cell would simply die.

As science investigates smaller and smaller places in creation (cells, molecules, atoms, neutrons, electrons, and quarks), it finds no simplicity. Every next level of smallness discovered displays intricacy and complexity unknown to our finest computers.

The DNA molecule is such an example of critically designed complexity. Like the binary system we use to operate computers today, DNA uses chemical codes to transmit all the information about what an organism should be like. DNA has encoded within it a careful organization of chemicals that tells how the cell can produce all it needs to make a tulip, giraffe, bee, or lizard.

DNA chemicals are arranged in billions of different sequences, every code sending a separate message or instruction to the cells. The same combination of chemicals, arranged differently, would tell a completely different story. So it’s not just the chemical components; it’s the arrangement—the “design” in other words. Our computer systems are encoded by engineers. Who encoded the DNA for all the different plants, insects, animals, and people?

I didn’t realize how important my right index finger was until it started talking to me in throbs and spats. It must be some form of arthritis. At my age I’m fortunate to have such minor pain in just one digit. My now-and-then pain reminds me how marvelous my right hand really is. My hand is a display of far more complicated design than could ever come out of Detroit.

My five senses are amazing wonders. The fragrance of yeast rolls baking in the oven is a glimpse of the divine in my view. That I can see my ash trees in the back yard and hear the wind and feel my grandson’s touch and taste pot roast with brown gravy and rice remind me to be ever grateful to the Grand Designer for the not-so-simple pleasures of life.

Can I prove there is a God? I imagine so. I can acknowledge that the complex universe in which we live had to have been planned. We live and die on this tiny blue marble of a globe orbiting around an insignificantly small sun. Is it an accident of pure coincidence that we are able to even think about such concepts? Did a shuffling of a few particles of matter decide one day to explode and chaotically arrange themselves into the complexities of our universe and our own little worlds? My heart is beating now. Is my heart an accident? Is your ability to look at these ink stains on paper and process them into thoughts a matter of mere chance?

If the computer on which I am processing these thoughts needed a brain like Bill Gates to design it, then the computer that is my brain needed someone far more intelligent than that. It would require omniscience. And the sustaining and superintending of our creation would involve omnipotence. That requires far less faith than to believe our presence is the result of one huge bang of an accidental explosion of atoms in some vast long ago.

As our scientific inquiry leads us further and further into outer space and inner space, what do we find? No ending, just more and more amazing sights to behold. Space goes on forever. Is it eternal? Science keeps showing us, no matter where we turn, how far we go or how deeply we look, that this universe is painstakingly and meticulously designed. It had to be. There is no other rational explanation. |L