Surfing with a Purpose

Dirt, dirt must prove God exist. I tried to create dirt and was only successful when I borrowed materials that already exist in nature. Furthermore, I could not find a reference to a single scientist in all of recorded history that was successful in the creation of dirt, unless they also used materials that already existed.

Paul, who was once known as Saul, stated in a letter to the Romans “For the truth about God is known to [mankind] instinctively. God has put this knowledge in their hearts. From the time the world was created, people have seen the earth and sky and all that God made. They can clearly see his invisible qualities - his eternal power and divine nature. So they have no excuse whatsoever for not knowing God.” This is just one part of a letter he wrote to his friends in Rome and can be found attached to other letters and historical accounts that make up what we now know to be the Holy Bible (protestant). The text has been translated into many different languages, but each translation holds to the simple concept of Jesus being the Son of God, who was born into King David’s royal family line, to live a blameless life, die for us, and be raised from the dead that we may be reconciled to a Holy God, dare we believe it.

The account of Jesus is by nature good news, and to date it remains by nature irrelevant. Irrelevant because many young adults tell me God does not exist. Therefore if God does not exist, the Bible and all of its claims are of no value to us. Morals and marriage are worthless and there is no purpose to existence because we are simply a blemish attached to a spec of dirt suspended in the depths of nothingness hardly echoing in the halls of eternity.

However, I find their explanations of creation hard to believe and full of fallacies. None of them seem to resonate within me. Possibly it is the A.S. in Aerospace Technology I received from NASA’s School of Space Education makes it hard for me to believe “there once was nothing and then it blew up (BigBANG).” It’s like if I popped a balloon and you asked me “What made the noise?” would you believe me when I said “nothing,… absolutly nothing made that noise”.

I also find that the Second Law of Thermodynamics (Entropy) clashes with progression of a lower species to a higher one. Additionally, Mendel’s work with heredity explains natural selection to be a simple form of basic genetics (Micro-evolution). But those discusions are "so two weeks ago", they've been put to death so lets move forward.

Maybe, since I am simple minded, it is my longing for a purpose that makes me choose to believe that there is in fact a God and that he created me. Then again look at most everything in this world and you will see skillful design granting purpose to existence. Pause on this, skillful design granting purpose to existence.

Honestly, think about this for a second, in a musical instrument, when we perceive several strings meeting with harmony, we presume that some skilful musician tuned them. When we behold a celebrated building, we conclude it had an architect. In a watch, when we take notice of big and small wheels, fitted as to match up perfectly while moving in a set motion, we acknowledge the cleverness of a designer. When we see thousands of men in a field, ranked by their emblems, all demonstrating exact obedience, we conclude that there is a general, of whose command they are under. We open a book and see a logical plot with creative characters all placed into a compelling setting, we immediately give praise to the author. When we see a plane flying above us we imagine there is a pilot guiding it through the sky to its destination.

So in the world around us I would reason that there are as much an instrument, building, watch, army, book and plane as there is a God, who is and was and will be the Musician, Architect, Designer, General, Author, and Pilot of our existence. So is it wrong for me to see my life as a story, and assume if there is a story, then there must be story teller?(G.K. Chesterton) Could I really believe that there was no reason for my existence and no purpose for my talents? One of my friends told me that Christians are just week and they create a god out of their insecurities. It must be my week simpleminded nature that binds me to a superior God.

Jesus was born into the lineage of a man named David. David was actually a king and is remembered for his military success (killing tens of thousands mind you) and for poetry about a God he seemed to know personally. He concluded in one of his writings that “The heavens tell of the glory of God. The skies display his marvelous craftsmanship. Day after day they continue to speak; night after night they make him known. They speak without a sound or a word; their voice is silent in the skies; yet their message has gone out to all the earth, and their words to all the world.” King David, who faced Goliath, must have been simple minded and week as well. He too was convinced of a superior God. David sees God in nature, in creation, in the stars and skies.

David is simply saying that he sees proof of God in the creative aspects of this world, like a sunset or a lightning storm. Stop and think, it would be unheard of to see a painting with no Artist name on it.

“It is certain that the large majority of students of nature have seen, in its different departments, such combinations to produce specific results, such likeness to the works of man, means differing from his only in their grandeur and perfection that they have believed in a being who has originated, by some method, all the living things upon the earth.” I would go as far as saying that every tree, plant, rock, stream, animal, ocean, sunset, flower and person represents a part of God and his creativity. To understand the vastness of God or to claim "there is no God", we would need to have met every person who ever lived, learned about every type of flower, seen all the animals, and looked underneath every rock. This is what Calvin meant when he wrote Imago Dei est integra naturae humanae praestantia ("The image of God is the complete excellence of human nature").

Dirt, dirt must prove God exist. I tried to create dirt and was only successful when I borrowed materials that already exist in nature. Furthermore, I could not find a reference to a single scientist in all of recorded history that was successful in the creation of dirt, unless they also used materials that already existed. So at the end of the night I know that I know that God exist, and I can’t make dirt.