Chance might just be a Creator

“Whether you explore the mysteries of the mineral kingdom, the vegetable or the animal, from the lowest to the highest, the marks of a well thought-out design confront you everywhere. Nothing has been left to Chance.” – E.W Kenyon

Have you ever wondered if the universe was created by mere chance?


If so, Chance has a lot of explaining to do.

When the big bang happened, how and why did it shoot out a planet so unlike others? Little blue is different on all points from the rest of the planets. How did the potential for life end up upon one speck in the stardust-cranked universe? Earth would freeze and dissipate if the sun was a little further away. The magic of galaxies’ effect on earth would amaze us if we had the time to read about how they influence our seasons and atmospheric changes.

Or let’s go closer to home. The probability of water atoms coming together to form pure liquid water or for the atoms of a cat to come together to make it go meow instead of woof is so low that every time it happens it would be a miracle.

Our hair, body and everything inside us: are they so smart to know how to function at its optimum, to work so well with each other, attacking what doesn’t seem “of/from them”? How absurd is it that the brainless amoeba has the closest thing to immortality with its “divide me up” defense mechanism? God must’ve had some good laughs: “Immortality can be reduced to this – squirmy, translucent being – whatever immortality that man hankers after for is mirrored in this strange creature, one of the unlikeliest in all My creation.”

Chance, chance, chance. If anything, chance must’ve been more smart than stupid, for it to carry an entire universe that rely on each other interdependently and to create and care for 6 billion human beings and gazillions of creatures and vegetation with such micro-intricacy and skill.

Chance isn’t chance when it becomes this calculated. Did chance put the incalculable power of math, emotion, influence, intellect or musical skill into us, all of which are unheard of in animals and plants? Or stringed together the genes of ellen, robin and richard with their propensity to make people double over with laughter with facial expressions and some cleverly arranged words? Moreover, humans are all the same yet different in subtler ways – and isn’t that a tricky combination for chance?

I know there’s a lot more to explain in-depth, and still much to be discussed about science birthing the worlds, but I’m still for the notion that an Intelligent, Creative Creator lives. Common sense tells me that not everything can be explained away with science. There are just so many unmapped variables, unexplored miracles and spiritual encounters that science cannot reckon with.

Chance might just be a Creator…

and I’m not going to leave that to chance.


Curiosity and Heavens

So we’ve spent billions on sending little robots into space – the cute roving robot, Curiosity, was despatched onto Mars in 2011 and it has been our eyes in scouring life on this spicy planet ever since. Which, I bet, hardly exist. At least, not in human form.

Curiosity’s got a big role. That’s to study the climate and geology of Mars, so we can see if it’s possible to support life there. If it were possible, we would’ve been born there. Not a good 54.6 million kilometers away on another planet called Earth.

Come to think of it, the poor robot will probably never find anything to satisfy its curiosity on the molten planet. The essayed report has came in. It’s all a sea of brown and red dust, dirt and rock. So what’s new? Perhaps Curiosity might bump into the discovery of a new sensational mineral or two. But unless this great expedition changes the fate of cancer or cures common tooth decay, I don’t see the irrepressible need to send robots into expensive outer space to search out for suitable conditions for future possible living. Then again, maybe Curiosity will make a useful friend or two on Jupiter or Venus and we all end up as characters in a sequel of the “Planet of the Apes – Beyond Apes”.

But still, my mind wanders back to this comfy thought:

I say we send Curiosity into unexplored parts of the little blue, Earth.

Watch it and let it pick up the tiniest, forbidden, beautiful details of life and living, in hopeful/less, weary, happier counties where hills roll or die… or in the remotest corners of continents where fruits and families thrive. Maybe we’ll catch a glimpse of Blue Indians or Pink Chineses, living perfectly happy lives, hunting colourful birds and dancing with friendly bears. Or hear the notes of a mountain hoof song by Ibexes in love. I say we go with exploring Earth first, before we proceed to un-rubiking planets which will always remain far away from us.

Despite my heavy skepticism towards sending space robots out for the cause of exploring other planets, I know that these floating, dusty balls of fire and ice are all part of a larger makeup, in a huge story made up of indescribable universes and an uncontainable love… Made of up of awesome heavens and the precious, bought-with-a-price Earth.

All of which, I believe, were transpired by my God. I consider this, and I shake my head.

Every one of God’s creation and the deep pools of his love in my puny brain is to me what auroras are to an ant. Unexplainable, yet breathtakingly beautiful. Warming.

In spite of myself, I still feel safest gazing up into the heavens and stars.

“When I consider the heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is mankind that you are mindful of him? Human beings, that you care for them?” Psalm 8:3-4