great poem

Design

I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth--
Assorted characters of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
Like the ingredients of a witches' broth--
A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth,
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.
What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?
What brought the kindred spider to that height,
Then steered the white moth thither in the night?
What but design of darkness to appall?--
If design govern in a thing so small.
- Robert Frost

I talked to a woman this week who was a biology teacher at a local college. She said that she knew there was a god out there and couldn't accept evolution because of the complexity of the universe and our limited ability to understand it. She said that she wondered who this god was and which (if any) religion worshiped him properly.

I asked her what she had done to get her questions answered, where she had looked and why she was still unsatisfied. She admitted that she lived with these burning questions but hadn't ever pursued an answer so I invited her to read the book of John.

We all have an understanding that there is a "something" out there, we all have a desire to know that "something" and yet sometimes we allow other questions or activities to get in the way of the most important relationship we could ever imagine.

Romans 1:18ff

18 The wrath of God is being revealed from heaven against all the godlessness and wickedness of men who suppress the truth by their wickedness,

19 since what may be known about God is plain to them, because God has made it plain to them. 20 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. 21 For although they knew God, they neither glorified him as God nor gave thanks to him, but their thinking became futile and their foolish hearts were darkened. 22 Although they claimed to be wise, they became fools 23 and exchanged the glory of the immortal God for images made to look like mortal man and birds and animals and reptiles. 24 Therefore God gave them over in the sinful desires of their hearts ...

Sad really ... it kind of makes me re-evaluate where I am in my journey to know God more and reaffirms my need to study and pursue a closer walk with God as I learn about him through his Word.

Let's go for a walk!

So ... in case you didn't know, Eliannah has refused to walk or even try to walk on her own until last week. We threw a party (hence the dress and the rose). Her daddy was so proud!!

There is nothing new under the sun ... explained

So I have been against blogging from the beginning but now that all my friends have blogs it looks like I must change with the times. I hate blogs because I think of them like a group email that informs everyone while interacting with no one. I thought that email was the beginning of the end of all human interaction, but now it is looking like the blogosphere will finish off the need to reach out to others and let us sit back and let others come to us.
That said ... here I go! I am now one of millions of others that share all their personal struggles and daily triumphs with friends and strangers to judge (um.. I mean "comment on") as they see fit.

Ecclesiastes 1:1-10

The words of the Teacher, son of David, king in Jerusalem: 2 "Meaningless! Meaningless!" says the Teacher. "Utterly
meaningless! Everything is meaningless." 3 What does man gain from all his labor at which he toils under the sun?
4 Generations come and generations go, but the earth remains forever. 5 The sun rises and the sun sets, and hurries back to where it rises. 6 The wind blows to the south and turns to the north; round and round it goes, ever returning on its course. 7 All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full. To the place the streams come from, there they return again. 8 All things are wearisome, more than one can say. The eye never has enough of seeing, nor the ear its fill of hearing.
What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun. 10 Is there anything of which one can say, "Look! This is something new"? It was here already, long ago; it was here before our time