
The other evening we were enjoying the movie "Master and Commander", with Russell Crowe. A high-seas epic, beautifully filmed adventure, that I would highly recommend. It is a great, wholesome family flick-- if you can handle a bit of sword fighting carnage.
The doctor on board the ship was a "naturalist". He collected specimen of animals and insects as a hobby. In one scene, he is sharing a book with a young boy that has taken an interest in being a naturalist as well. The two are looking at some of the illustrations in the book; pictures of insects with incredible camouflage such as a walking stick and some sort of bug that looks just like a thorn. The doctor explains that these disguises are to protect the insects from predators. The young boy is in awe and asks, "Did God make them like that?" (or something along those lines). The doctor smiles (a bit patronizingly) and answers, "Yes, God. And, they made themselves like that."
That just struck me as absurdly funny! Though insects are fascinating and industrious, they have no ability to reason or have more than an instinctive thought. They aren't known for advancing scientific theories or having feelings and emotions. "Fight or flight" is the basic way of life for any insect or animal.
Now take me-- your typical human. I can think and reason and emote and all those other things that set me apart from dung beetles and tree sloths, but can I lose 10 pounds? Can I maintain a healthy diet? Can I exercise on even a semi-regular basis? Nope, nope and nope. Can I keep a smile on my face when the house is falling apart around me? Can I even keep said house clean on a regular basis? Can I selflessly serve my husband without thought for my own needs? Big fat nopesies on all of the above. The fact is, apart from the help of the Holy Spirit, I can do nothing worthwhile. The older I get the more helpless I see that I am to do anything good or change anything effectively apart from the grace of God.
I think if, as a "species," we women could will ourselves to "evolve"... by now we would have conquered the cellulite glitch in our DNA, developed naturally long and lush eyelashes, and learned to survive on raw vegetation without a thought for chocolate. If only.
Once again, it just seems to take a whole lot more faith to believe in the random, minuscule plausibility of evolution than in a Creator that...well...creates things like bugs that would look exactly like a stick (which He also created... so He basically just reused the same pattern). Its just plain silly to believe a non-reasoning organism could, in a premeditated sort of way, change its appearance over time, passing that need to change on to its offspring (by way of genetics, rather than explanations), and cause its outward appearance to change and even mirror the habitat in which it lives. That's some amazing faith!
I'll stick with the unpopular notion of a loving God that created me in His image. Cellulite and all. (Ok, I am not implying God has cellulite...I am sure it is a tragic result of The Fall-- thanks Eve, darling!). Believe me, if I could have wished cellulite (and bad hair days) away, that would have happened a loooonnng time ago! In the meantime, the only way I can do anything worthwhile in my life is to rely on the strength of God to work in spite of the weakness of my flesh. Without Him I would just be a big, lazy sloth with moss growing on my ugly hair. I'll take a bad hair day and a redeemed soul any day!
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