Fearfully And Wonderfully Made

As I was driving up my street, I saw the wood.
Our neighbors, who just had a pool installed, had wood delivered to build a fence.
For whatever reason, the delivery company did curbside delivery only.
All of the post and rails were left on their grass at the end of the driveway.

I feel for them, lifting and hoisting posts from the curbside to the back yard.
Maybe there were extenuating circumstances as to why the company left the wood there.
But no matter the reason, it will eventually have to be moved.

All those posts, lying there, waiting to be placed in the ground and assembled.
It is hard to imagine that all that wood will indeed make a beautiful fence, but it will.
My husband is a masterful wood worker.
Since he is an engineer, his woodworking is done as a hobby in his spare time.

If truth were told, his woodworking is very therapeutic for him.
As he progressed in his company, he did less hands-on engineering.
He loves projects and told me once that is why he loved wood working so much.
I take a block of wood and make something that wasn’t there before.

The same for the fence.
The same for us.

There is a wonderful book by William Steig.
It is a children’s book; which means it’s for all of us!
It is called Yellow and Pink.

Yellow and Pink are two wooden puppets.
We find them lying in the sun on some old newspaper.
They were wondering where they came from.
Each had a theory.

Pink decides that, Someone must have made us.
Yellow believes that they are, an accident, somehow or other we just happened.

The story continues with Pink laughing at the absurdity of it all.
How can something so intricate just happen?

Yellow has his own theories spanning millions and millions of years.
Theories about a piece of wood falling from a tree; hitting a rock, which made legs.
The cold freezing the wood and splitting it open, which made a mouth.
A hurricane knocked the wood down a hill chipping it and shaping it.
The wood was brushed smooth by the sand that flew around in the wind.
Lightning struck the wood in such a way and made fingers and toes.
Insects bored into the wood and made eyes…

Pink did not agree.
They had eyes that could see; they had ears that could hear.
How did THAT happen?

There was a question that was just begging to be asked.
Pink asked it.
Do you mean to tell me all those odd things happened not only once but twice, so that there is two of us?

Yellow could only answer, Why not?
…A million years takes a very long time.

Pink was still not convinced; You and I are so different…
Yellow had answers for all of Pink’s objections.
Absurd, preposterous answers.

The book ends with a man coming outside, into the sunshine.
He picks up the puppets.
Looking them over, he checks their paint and says, Nice and dry.
Neither puppet knows who the man is.

But we do!
We know the Designer.
We know that pieces of wood do not become fences or puppets, all by themselves.
Something totally OTHER, something outside the universe, created everything ex nihilo.
Out of nothing.

For by Him all things were created; things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; all things were created by Him and for Him. He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together. (Colossians 1:16,17)

What we think about Creation determines what we think about life.

If we, like Yellow, think that we are merely accidents, then we see no value in life.
It’s as if we were just dropped curbside into this world, after a series of random events.
Random events that actually take more faith to believe.

If we believe in an Intelligent Designer, a knitter, who fearfully and wonderfully made us, we will cherish life because it is of Him.
The Creator breathes in us the Breath of Life.
It is not accidental.
It is purposeful.

How special we are.
Our uniqueness is seen in His Handiwork.
No haphazard, random events formed the intricate person we are.
We were thought of, created, breathed into, made in the Designer’s image.

Yellow and Pink.
Me and You.
No curbside anything.
Intricately created by a Masterful Designer.

How can something so intricate just happen?
It can’t!