Thursday, May 31, 2007
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.
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.
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