The Book

To Say that there is no God and that this beautiful world with different and connected parts, doesn’t have a designer is hard to fathom. When we see a book, a car, or a phone we all agree that there is someone that created that specific thing. Because it’s not normal for us to see that type of complexity lying in nature without a designer.

When James Watson and Francis Crick found the double helix in the animal cell, we could see a book that told us specifically about how is the person that carries it, and pass it to the next generation with a stunning accuracy. When we study and learn about the stars and the complexity of the universe we found a fine tune clock under the laws of gravity. Nevertheless, we see a nature that is always falling in an entropic way to the destruction of all. How is that possible?

In both ways, we find a really complex and well-organized subject on its own. The human genome, 3.0 ×109 long of connected pairs of information, replicating itself in every cell of our body. It’s just way to mathematically improbable to be a natural-selection-flip-of-a- coin-20-billion-times solution.

Just think about it, when you see an object with a piece of metal and glass in it. It’s more probable to find nice reading glasses on a desert island than a human being on planet earth. And yet we call the glasses a human invention with purpose and humanity as just something that happened on the right circumstance.

We have a book that tells us about the Great God that made the universe and designed us, and no, it’s not the bible, the book is written in every flower, in every morning when we wake up, and in the sun shining in our face.

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Psalm 19:1

It is He who has made us, and not we ourselves Psalm 100 :3