The Beauty of God's Artwork

Today is just the opposite of yesterday. The weather is beautiful, 60 degrees and sunny. A perfect autumn afternoon. It seems weird to me that anyone can doubt the existence of God. When you look at weather like this with the leaves beginning to change colors, and see the mountains looking like an artists pallette, you just have to thank God for allowing you to live in such a beautiful world. For someone to believe that the world was created from a big "bang" or evolved from "primortial ooze" is preposterous to me.

The same God who made those leaves also saw to it that man should have 2 lungs, 2 kidneys, a pancreas and each one would have a different number of hairs on their head. A big bang created you with miles of blood vessels winding their way through your body in a network of lifegiving fluid. A skeleton was also provided by the big bang in order for you to have something to hang your meat on. I mean without the skeleton you skin would just not hold up. Someone once said that the big bang theory is tantamount to a printshop exploding and a collectors' edition of "War and Peace" evolved from the chaos. Can you wrap your mind around that for a minute?

Why someone would choose to believe that way is beyond me. Even if they denied the existence of God, something or someone would be much more pallatable than either of those two concepts.

Next time you are outside on a beautiful night look up at the stars and try to imagine a big bang (or anything else for that matter) created such beauty in the sky. God just placed each one where He wanted it in the same way an artist or sculptor would place something in their piece of art. After all, all of nature is just God's work of art.
And God said, "Let there be lights in the expanse of the heavens to separate the day from the night. And let them be for signs and for seasons, and for days and years, (Gen 1:14 ESV)

I am surprised that the same people who disclaim God's wonderwork, even accept that children come from procreation. I mean wouldn't it make just as much since to believe that your mom and dad were on a picnic one day and you just drifted down the creek in a wicker basket?

God gave us a brain and a certain amount of common sense. Let's try to use that brain and get to the direct understanding that God designed it all, breathed life into it all, and stops that same life when He has decided its time is up.