Saw my neighbor last night, that effulgent and demure moon that I call my friend. MY friend doncha know, as she is there for ME. Call it arrogant, call it presumptuous, but what would YOU call it, and why is not the moon your friend also? Serious question.
There is none other like her. She does not have a twin. She was made for the earth, not one of many, but one of one. So my unbelieving or infidelic reader, ask yourself, why are there at least NOT two moons for your viewing pleasure? If you have the lack of decency to see that her creation was NOT some random act of cosmic serendipity, then do explain why random nothingness having no intelligence was responsible for cheating the earth out of more than one moon.
Why stop here though. Why not 75% of liquid dirt instead of water and oceans traversing the plains of earth? What law of chance then so graced us with water???
Further. Why not TWO suns competing for earth’s affection? Why? Why not another heat sourse that regulalates time and temperature? Answer if you can. But answer with intelligence, intelligence that can only spring from a master blueprint. Try telling the builders of the Burj Kalifa that the plans they are reading somehow assembled itself together by virtue of a sandstorm, WITHOUT an Architect. You will be laughed to scorn.
Then there is the snow. The ice. The mountains of Kilimanjaro, Everest, the Alps, Denali, Fuji, Ararat, all silent and unmoving testimony of a Builder so much greater than a thousand Frank Lloyd Wright’s. Who could argue otherwise and be correct?
Why do men so mock God and blame Him for man’s failures? Why do men not see the obvious magnificence of life itself in all its glory while focusing on maggots instead? I know why, but I’m asking questions to draw out the weakness and untenable position of life without a Life-giver.
As the leaves drop and the seasons change, we have absolute reliability that the Creator’s word and promise is good, very good even. Seedtime and harvest, hot and cold, shall not cease, and yes, a giraffe will birth a giraffe and not a lion, lest the mother have brain trauma. There is this thing called the ‘kinds,’ a matter of Genesis fact so evident today.
Wannabe intellectuals? Eh, they come and go, and their opinions as unstable as water, but aah, God’s word, as stable as God Himself. Whay then do men so resist without a leg to stand on?