Tuesday, November 4, 2008


I decided to perform a Texas style backpack baptism this morning. The days are getting shorter, the temperatures are falling, and I didn't want to be out back with a metal tub and garden hose in winter. So out I went to purge eleven Lowe Alpine I-frame packs from the filth that accumulated in Canada this past August.
After hanging the first two wet packs on the line my walk back to the garage for more was cut short. I paused to look at the maple leaves on the ground. The brilliance of the yellows contrasted by the green grass was a vision of natural beauty, and I was filled with wonder.
How is it that people can look at such things and conclude that they are not the product of intention, design, and creative genius? Is it possible that the scene of my back yard points to the randomness of natural formation? Is it true that the warmth of the sun produces just the right conditions for the maple leaf to thrive for five months and then depart in a blaze of glory by accident? No. This cannot be. I have seen too much beauty to believe in chance.


Chad Lynch said...

Thanks for sharing Cuz. I enjoy the beauty of fall, but wonder if I would appreciate as much if there wasn't renewal in the spring? I thank my God for all the wonders of renewal and joy that it brings. Congrats on the new child coming this December, you'll have to share your secrets to parenthood with Sarah and I.

ncd said...

I often feel the same way about the things that I see in creation, a flower, tropical fish, parrot, etc. I never could see how these detailed designs could be by chance.
Thanks for inviting me to your blog. I will visit it again.