I flew over the Grand Canyon today on my way to speak for the Arizona Homeschool Convention. From 30,000 feet, there it was: God’s creation, on display for all to see. It’s breathtaking.
Have you ever looked up into the sky and stopped to marvel at what you see? I can’t look up at the stars in the night sky or study ocean creatures here in the pacific northwest or gaze upon the intricately formed fingers of my newborn children and believe that all this wonder, all these miracles … just happened. For me, it takes a whole lot more faith to try and believe in evolution than it does to believe that I have a Creator.
Just go to your local zoo and you can see what I mean: tarantulas, monkeys, whales, bees, mountain lions, walking sticks, parrots. No one will ever be able to convince me that these things just happened via some random explosion or that they started in a puddle of ooze and eventually became a tarantula and a parrot. No way.
Creation speaks His name. I don’t believe I’m an accident. I believe I have a Creator. I believe I’m made in His image. (Genesis 1:27)
So why does it matter? Because having a Creator changes everything.
As a mother, and more importantly, as a believer in Jesus Christ, I feel passionately about teaching my children that they have a creator. Why? Because my belief that I am a created being changes the way I view life.
If I believe that I have a Creator, then surely, He knows what’s best for me. If I were to make a clay pot for my daughter, you can be sure that I would give her some instructions with it. Since I created the pot, it would make sense that I would know how it was made. As the creator of the pot, I would know what is best for it. For instance: I might tell my daughter that if she drops it on a hard surface, it will break. If she leaves it overnight in a sink full of water, it will deteriorate. If she bakes it at a temperature above 400 degrees, it may crack.
I would know what’s best for the pot I made, simply because I created it.
The creator knows the creation.
If I have a creator, surely he must have an idea of how I should care for myself—body and soul. My search for my creator takes me to the place where the Creator makes Himself known. It takes me to the Bible.
In the Bible, I read that not only do I have a creator but that I am loved. Deeply loved. (John 3:16) Knowing that I am loved by God and that He wants me to love others defines how I see people. Through the lens of the Bible, we don’t see Greek or Jew, man or woman, black or white.
The message of the gospel is hope. It’s love. In it, we see that we are created people, deeply loved by our Creator.
“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16
Men and women of God, it’s time to live what you believe. Really live it. Live it strong. Live bold. Live like Jesus did. As Christians, we’ve got to do better than throwing Bible verses at people. If we’re not willing to back up our words with actions, they’re meaningless. Our actions speak louder than words. They speak for us.
Do the people you engage with in your community know how loved they are? Do they know that you love them? That God loves them?
Do they know their Creator made them—male & female—and that He knows what’s best for them?
If you believe you have a Creator, get to know Him. The hope and change this nation is looking for will not be found in a political process or in a President. It is found in reconciling with the One who made us.
Having a Creator changes everything.