Stream of consciousness...
Taking a moment away from work to let you know what’s on my mind, because I know you’re wondering. Har-de-har-har…
Two interesting things happened at school last night. First, while I was waiting for my Geography classroom to be unlocked, I glanced downward at the floor outside the Biology lab. There was a little writhing pile of something. Further investigation revealed that it was a globule of food covered by ants. I watched the ants in orderly little lines file along the wall transferring their bounty from the hallway to their headquarters.
I considered with sadness the fact that when someone “in authority” witnessed the specter, the ants' work would soon be demolished. Some bug spray, perhaps merely the heel of a shoe; eventually a sizeable portion of their colony would be wiped out by either a member of the Facilities department or a cruel student.
Fast-forward to Geography class where we are currently discussing water and the fact that Earth is the only known planet where water exists in abundance, and water is (of course) crucial to the presence of life. Our instructor stated very matter-of-factly that the water “has just always been here.” Scientists don’t know where it came from; it’s just always been here.
As we get further into our studies I can understand how Evolutionists can justify their belief that planets formed over billions of years via gravitational pull sucking matter into spherical masses. At one point there must have been a pretty sizeable chunk of something broken off into smaller chunks resulting in the majesty we see around us.
However, now that the planets have formed, we’re told that collisions between planets and substantial wayward objects (asteroids, comets, etc.) are rare. Though there are an astronomical number of planets in existence, they’re spaced so far apart that the likelihood of collisions is rare.
So how did all those water molecules just happen to strike the Earth? Wouldn’t they have been dispersed equally in the vastness of space with a single molecule wandering aimlessly billions of light years away from the next? When the “Big Bang” occurred, did a wall of water travel through space until it miraculously struck and clung to Earth?
I hark back to those ants and realize what a miracle—and an impossibility—their existence is. They go about their business unaware and unconcerned by where they came from or why they’re here. They’re little computers, programmed to perform basic functions, but having just enough intuition that they can zero in on a new, unexpected food source and change their routine to take advantage of it. At least until an enlightened creature such as a human (or an aardvark) intervenes.
I laughed out loud this morning when I realized that my own existence mirrors that of the ants in a lot of respects. I go about my routine without really thinking about it, a mindless automaton performing tasks that matter not one iota in the great scheme of things. But amidst the monotony I am capable of pondering why I'm here. How I'm here.
Day by day I’m coming to the realization that I’m nearly ready—nearly—to stop believing in God and state unequivocally that I know he exists. The literal seven-day Creation story may be an allegory, Evolution may have occurred, there is literally an infinite number of possibilities explaining how we got here. However, the fact that matter even exists—a scientific impossibility—and the fact that sentient creatures exist alongside creatures that operate solely on instinct brings me this close (thumb and index finger a millimeter apart) to standing on a soapbox and saying “God exists. I don’t know in what form or even how, but he has to exist.”
Point to ponder: We’re told that there are quite possibly an infinite number of planets. If there are an infinite number of planets, why is their space between them? If there were truly an infinite number, wouldn't it be a solid mass? How can something infinite have nothingness in-between? Doesn’t the existence of space demand that there be a finite number of planets?
Two interesting things happened at school last night. First, while I was waiting for my Geography classroom to be unlocked, I glanced downward at the floor outside the Biology lab. There was a little writhing pile of something. Further investigation revealed that it was a globule of food covered by ants. I watched the ants in orderly little lines file along the wall transferring their bounty from the hallway to their headquarters.I considered with sadness the fact that when someone “in authority” witnessed the specter, the ants' work would soon be demolished. Some bug spray, perhaps merely the heel of a shoe; eventually a sizeable portion of their colony would be wiped out by either a member of the Facilities department or a cruel student.
Fast-forward to Geography class where we are currently discussing water and the fact that Earth is the only known planet where water exists in abundance, and water is (of course) crucial to the presence of life. Our instructor stated very matter-of-factly that the water “has just always been here.” Scientists don’t know where it came from; it’s just always been here.
As we get further into our studies I can understand how Evolutionists can justify their belief that planets formed over billions of years via gravitational pull sucking matter into spherical masses. At one point there must have been a pretty sizeable chunk of something broken off into smaller chunks resulting in the majesty we see around us.
However, now that the planets have formed, we’re told that collisions between planets and substantial wayward objects (asteroids, comets, etc.) are rare. Though there are an astronomical number of planets in existence, they’re spaced so far apart that the likelihood of collisions is rare.
So how did all those water molecules just happen to strike the Earth? Wouldn’t they have been dispersed equally in the vastness of space with a single molecule wandering aimlessly billions of light years away from the next? When the “Big Bang” occurred, did a wall of water travel through space until it miraculously struck and clung to Earth?
I hark back to those ants and realize what a miracle—and an impossibility—their existence is. They go about their business unaware and unconcerned by where they came from or why they’re here. They’re little computers, programmed to perform basic functions, but having just enough intuition that they can zero in on a new, unexpected food source and change their routine to take advantage of it. At least until an enlightened creature such as a human (or an aardvark) intervenes.
I laughed out loud this morning when I realized that my own existence mirrors that of the ants in a lot of respects. I go about my routine without really thinking about it, a mindless automaton performing tasks that matter not one iota in the great scheme of things. But amidst the monotony I am capable of pondering why I'm here. How I'm here.
Day by day I’m coming to the realization that I’m nearly ready—nearly—to stop believing in God and state unequivocally that I know he exists. The literal seven-day Creation story may be an allegory, Evolution may have occurred, there is literally an infinite number of possibilities explaining how we got here. However, the fact that matter even exists—a scientific impossibility—and the fact that sentient creatures exist alongside creatures that operate solely on instinct brings me this close (thumb and index finger a millimeter apart) to standing on a soapbox and saying “God exists. I don’t know in what form or even how, but he has to exist.”
Point to ponder: We’re told that there are quite possibly an infinite number of planets. If there are an infinite number of planets, why is their space between them? If there were truly an infinite number, wouldn't it be a solid mass? How can something infinite have nothingness in-between? Doesn’t the existence of space demand that there be a finite number of planets?
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