A Creation Thought From Chesterton & Dawkins

Friends,

I think by now you realize that I am a big fan of creation.  I delight in the beauty of it, the majesty of it, the purpose of it–things that evolution seems to rather ignore. This is illustrated in a story that Richard Dawkins tells in his book Climbing Mount Improbable:

I was driving through the English countryside with my daughter Juliet, then aged six, and she pointed out some flowers by the wayside. I asked here what she thought wildflowers were for. She gave a rather thoughtful answer. ‘Two things,’ she said. ‘To make the world pretty, and to help the bees make honey for us.’ I was touched by this and sorry I had to tell her that it wasn’t true. (256)

My little girl’s answer was not too different from the one that most adults, throughout history, would have given. It has long been widely believed that the brute creation is here for our benefit. (256)

What are flowers and bees, wasps and figs, elephants and bristlecone pines–what are all living things really for? What kind of an entity is it whose ‘benefit’ will be served by a living body or part of a living body?

The answer is DNA. (268)

Well, there you have it. The only purpose found in the ‘brute creation’ has nothing to do with honey, beauty, or even God. It’s all about DNA. I contrast this with words from the witty GK Chesterton’s Orthodoxy:

His routine might be due, not to a lifelessness, but to a rush of life. The thing I mean can be seen, for instance, in children, when they find some game or joke that they specially enjoy. A child kicks his legs rhythmically through excess, not absence, of life. Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, ‘Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, ‘Do it again’ to the sun; and every evening, ‘Do it again’ to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we. The repetition in Nature may not be a mere recurrence; it may be a theatrical encore. Heaven may encorethe bird who laid an egg. If the human being conceives and brings forth a human child instead of bringing forth a fish, or a bat, or a griffen, the reason may not be that we are fixed in an animal fate without life or purpose. It may be that our little tragedy has touched the gods, that they admire it from their starry galleries, and that at the end of every human drama man is called again and again before the curtain. Repetition may go on for millions of years, by mere choice, and at any instant stop. Man may stand on the earth generation after generation, and yet each birth be his positively last appearance. (65-66)

I had always felt life first as a story: and if there is a story there is a story-teller. (66)

As I begin a week of back to school, back to the cafeteria, back to my study, back to blogging, back to soccer, piano, scouting, and a host of other duties, I say Good Day to You. And I thank God for creating this world and all that is in it: even evolutionists and atheists.

jerry

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