I wonder if He laughed?

My father spent his whole life around tools. He fixed things. And as a little boy, there was nothing better than to watch him build something.

With precision and deft skill, he grasped each board. He carefully measured it and then with a confident cut, sawed it in two. Each piece fit like a complicated puzzle. Although he used the tools of his trade; hammer, saw, screwdriver, it was ultimately his hands that impressed me most. They were strong, skilled, and stable. The creative process was bewildering and fascinating at the same time. In my little eyes, my dad could make anything.

I observe God’s creation with the same wide eyed wonder. I see his hand all around me in the most intricate ways. From the vast stretch of the plains to the towering rise of the mountains I behold His fingerprint. From the sunrise beaming on my face to the gentle breeze blowing on the back of my neck, Creation speaks His name. Science, once regarded as the antithesis of Christian belief, is now the proof of the intelligent design and intricate detail of a compassionate Creator.

During Creation, I imagine God smiling while he worked. With great joy, he painted the stripes on the zebra’s back. With a chuckle, he fashioned the hyena’s giggle. With a palette of colors he zealously yet carefully dabbed the parrot’s feathers. With hilarity, he inflated the blowfish’s gills. With a wry smile, he stretched the neck of the giraffe.

Like my Dad, whistling in the workshop, I have to believe that God loved the creation process.