Nature

I have always liked the outdoors, and although I'm a reasonably physical person, it doesn't come close to my sons love of nature and the outdoors. We went out yesterday to place his bait traps. Two traps for shiners and two traps for crayfish. Isolated spots in the woods where others won't find his traps before he returns today. It is a beautiful world that God has given us. Waterfalls and streams in thick woods filled with life. Maybe because of all the rain this year everything seems even more alive. We are not going on our great adventures to the real wilderness until I August. I need to bring my camera more often because I do see sites I want record. The incredible intricacies of nature when you look close are amazing. What needs what to survive in this web of life that fits together in unimaginable ways, each thing specifically suited for it's part in the whole. As a biologist I recognize the movement of creation through a process like evolution, as plants and animals adapt to changes in their world. At the same time the complexity cannot be reasonably explained to random changes that evolution could create, I see both the ability to adapt that the creator gave us and the specific intelligent design in the system that could only be God.

One day I was told that this guy I was going to meet was a terrific surgeon but that his arrogance and pride were sometimes hard to take. I was going through the reception line when I was introduced to him. I said Oh you're the guy that cooperates with God. He looked at me funny and said what do you mean. I said well you could have the finest surgical techniques in all the world but if God hadn't given us the ability for one part to heal back together with another your work would be useless. He looked at me as his jaw dropped. We humans want sometimes to remove God from the equation. We often want to pursue our own interests in our our way as if God doesn't care. We think we humans are the creators. We think using the brain God gave us makes us God. Nature always reminds me that at the core I'm insignificant compared to the one whose imagination could speak the world into being.