Which came first, the miracle of nature, or the science of nature?
Over the years scientists have bravely and boldly dissected the science of nature and the universe and told us how everything works. They have kindly taken nature’s miracles and reduced them to formulae on a blackboard.
How thoughtful of them!
But – in the huge scheme of things, does the scientific explanation really mean anything?
How many of us look at the immense beauty of a rainbow and think ‘my those water droplets make a pretty sight’?
Or look at a newborn baby and tell the mother ‘your genes knitted well……..’
Does anyone look at the splendour of a single green leaf and give thanks for chlorophyll?
Does the continuous motion of the waves crashing on the beach confirm our belief in the moon and the magnetic resonance of the planet – or is it merely a feast of nature for eyes and ears?
Although we have been told that the marks on the moon are lakes and mountains, how many still nod to the smiling ‘Man in the Moon’?
I know science explains just about everything – but I prefer to see the miracle than the science.