A Child at Play

That's how I feel sometimes in the garden. Sometimes I'm just a sweaty dirty beast, but at other times, picking tomatoes out of the crape myrtles or wondering why the slugs don't eat oregano, I'm a child wondering at God's creation again. 

A lot of people think that Darwin's theories make God irrelevant. That's like saying that your local mechanic's computer makes the car company and its engineers and factories irrelevant. Darwin's theories are not nearly as all-encompassing as some people would lead us to believe. They DO NOT explain altruism, or love, or joy, or why a lot of insects in amber (millions of years old? Tree sap?) look a lot like their many-great-grandkids. Ants are still ants, bees still bees, lizards still lizards. Waist sizes and hair configurations may change, but that certainly does not involve "evolution" in humans; why should it in insects? I'm one of those who believes more in de-evolution. Downhill, not up, from brilliantly complex to simpler, especially on the ecosystem level. The fossil record shows that in parts of the planet not inhabited by humans, God seems to play around with fantastic body forms and shapes and sizes (Burgess shales, Cambrian explosion, Chinese beds, etc.). He mercifully lets the most delicate and beautiful die before we show up to kill them. We see things with a chance to survive around our clumsy, dangerous, and fallen selves. We live in a world impoverished by our sin, yet incredibly rich nonetheless. Let's take care of it so our descendants can ask those many questions about the wonders they see.