A while before I became a Christian I was doing some work around the house and went to grab a step ladder and noticed a spider in the process of weaving a web in the ladder frame. Not a very big spider and not a very big web. He had the radial elements in place and was doing his thing forming perfect little rectangles by placing rungs on his own little ladder.
As I looked the wind blew and rattled the structure and the spider, who was about land the other end of a rung to form another perfect rectangle involving the rung below got disturbed (or confused) and landed his line on the connection point of the rung below forming a 60/30 or thereabouts triangle. I left him at it and went and did something else. When I came back he had finished and there was his little error surrounded by lots of near perfect rectangles. He had had similar problems elsewhere on the web I observed: an imperfection here another there. But all in all an admirable piece of work.
I got to thinking about the mechanisms involved which enabled that web. Not a perfect mechansim, for there was error it wasn't picking up. But on the whole it was impressive; the measuring technique to space the rungs out consistantly and in a pattern (being compared against a pre-set programme with an picture in mind: closer at the bottom, less close as you travel up the ladder), the feedback loop which gave the ability to shift back after an error so as not to go hopelessly off course, the devices which enabled the laying out of cable, the cutting and fixing to the spokes. The sensory inputs into the brain which kept the whole thing going. The mechanisms that moved the legs in the delicately busy but ruthlessly coordinated fashion they were moving in....
I didn't think 'God' nor did I think 'accident'. Those thoughts never arose, But I did leave the ladder undistrubed for number of days - until the reverance at that wonderstruck reflection wore off and callous I became again.
Patently, if God exists he is of such magnitude that it would require him to come to reveal himself to us. For we could not hope to stand back far enough to see him. Flies on an elephants rump we would be
Well, admittedly, that that spider could evolve to do that is mind-boggling. The whole theory of evolution is mind-boggling.
I'm sure all the finely honed ToE arguments are fascinating in an abstract way but it is when you look at a spider doing what it does that a serious question mark might arise in your head. Not mind boggling - just impossible. Not mathematically impossible of course, perhaps not genetically impossible. Just plain, good old fashioned: impossible.
A creator is a falling-off-a-log good fit in comparison. To easy perhaps.
ABE: I hope you liked the automotive metaphor, iano.
I am honoured at the nod in my direction. Proud in fact
Thanks Mod. I'll give your links a spin when I get a mo. I found the whole thing fascinating and was just reminded by the post to find out more about how they do it. A scan of the links indicates that my cursory wonder then was only scratching the tip of the iceberg. The complexity is probably even more immense than my knowledge-lite of programming allows. (It was the programming aspect that caught me most - the engineer in me took the mechanical aspects for *blush* granted)
Your taking as close a glimpse into eternity as one can. You are looking at you looking at you looking at you. Perpetual you.
We spend a lot of our time escaping ourselves and to look into ones own eyes allows no escape from yourself. You are locked into looking at yourself for once - with the only form of escape being to look away again
Which any person will do if they permit the self-examination that tends from the act. There is even more reason to look away from ones own eyes as there is those troubled eyes you catch on the street from time to time - and look away from. You can see the trouble in your own even better
No place to run or hide. One must look away. Looking at a dead spirit is looking at death. It is spooky. Or looking at an alive spirit which is still a sinner. For sin is ugly
One of the benefits of heaven - you can finally look into your own eyes. What pretty eyes they must be
John.14.9 springs to mind: Iano said to her â€œHave I been with you so long, and you still do not know me, Schraf?
Althought I could see why you could be somewhat confused. Sure, this sinful flesh (sinful mind operating through the vehicle of the body) IS a thorn in my side. Can't wait to be shot of it. Won't be long now (in a relative sense)
How I view myself is irrelevant however. I am more concerned with how he views me (innocent and beloved as it happens - hard and all as it is for you to believe that). You know how kids are...