Lesson From A Fly
I was sitting in my recliner enjoying my first cup of coffee, when the fly that has pestered me for a week shattered my tranquility. With nothing to use and the danger of dumping my coffee, I couldn’t swat it. So I sat and watched it wander back and forth over the table beside my chair. Then it performed a gymnastic feat, I’d never seen a human do. It explored the underside of the table upside down. What! Then it flew off with apparently no effort. What kind of designer built this miniature—but pesky—aeronautical marvel?
I glanced out the window. No, not at the neighbours walking their dogs. It thought of the goldfinch that explores the bush outside my window then without a by-your-leave flits away. The robins cavorting on the lawn across the way. The squirrel that buries peanuts in my flowerpots.
Speaking of flowers, what an artist’s envy of shape and colour they are. And what of the earthworms that burrow through the soil, conditioning it for more vibrant life. What about the bustling ant colonies beneath the sidewalk and under the lawn. Whole megalopolises! Who designed all this?
I ponder the tree reaching to the sky in the park across from my condo. How will it pump water from deep in the soil thirty or sixty feet into the air to its farthest branches? And where will it get the nutrients it needs? How will its factories be designed to convert the nutrients and water into useable food to feed its hunger? For one year. For two. For fifty? Oh, no problem you say. The roots deep in the soil connect to the tiny tubes raising the water and nutrients through capillary action to the farthest twig, and to supply the leaf factories. Oh? And who designed all this?
Following the branches into the sky, I spot a hawk soaring over head. I shade my eyes from the brilliant orb of the sun. And I remember the moon at night. And an uncounted galaxy of stars. Who made all this?
Oh, no one you say. It just happened. It evolved. Sure, tell me another bedtime story.
Sorry my friend. I prefer to hear what the designer himself has said. “Who is this that darkens my counsel with words without knowledge? Brace yourself like a man…Where were you when I laid the foundation?…Have you ever given orders to the morning, or shown the dawn its place?…Does the rain have a father?…Can you bind the beautiful Pleiades?…Does the hawk take flight by your wisdom?” (Selections from Job 38,39).
“How awesome are your works, O God!” “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands” (Psalm 19:1). But even more amazing, that Creator sent His Son, the agent of his creation, to come down here to save us from our arrogance, pride, and imagined self-reliance—our sin. And to enlighten us by driving away the darkness that hides the evident truth write large all around us.
John, the apostle who knew and loved Jesus wrote, “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.…Through him all things were made, without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it…The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us” (John 1:1-5, 14). This is Jesus Christ, our Saviour. Interested in finding out about the creator of that fly, the one who holds your life in his hand? Pick up a Bible and read John’s gospel for a start. Life, your eternal life, is found in that book!
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