Almost back to the main trail, we crossed a beach full of water-smoothed skipping stones. Tens of thousands of them are made that way by relentless water action along the north shore. We paid them no mind.
Then something caught my eye and I jerked my head to the side.
There amidst the chaos of randomly tossed stones was a design of some kind.
We stopped to study it. It was a series of concentric circles, created by placing twenty or thirty of the smoothed stones in repetitive, end to end fashion. One of the circles stood out more than the others because the selected stones were of a similar reddish hue. A single, marbled piece of granite capped the arrangement.
"Wonder who made it?" I asked, looking around the vacant beach.
"Probably one the kids we saw earlier," my wife said.
We easily recognize the presence of an intelligent design in the midst of random chaos.
We seamlessly transitioned to thoughts of the creator. Can't have one without the other.
So simple.
That shoreline is a dense maze of intelligent design. We could see it everywhere. Cedars, wild flowers, our porcupine friend.
The more scientists uncover about the complexity of single cells and genetic code, the easier it is for everyone on the beach to recognize intelligent design.
You don't just grab a handful of colored proteins and amino acids and place them in the circle of a cell. It's a fantastically complex engine that requires exacting specifications and inter-related order.
Even scientists who apply carefully organized and ordered efforts cannot find a way to recreate the "random" event that would put those cellular elements into a circle that would create life.
They know that an intelligent designer created the cells of life, sure as I can spot a circular design of stones on a beach.
Why is that so hard to admit?
The 1st part is easy, "Looks like a circular design of stones."
The 2nd part is the hardest.
"I wonder who put it together?"
There's a wonderful, brilliant and loving creator out there and I enjoy telling him how much I appreciate his works of art--even those who are so set on denying his handiwork.
What do you believe?
