I’m no accident

I have spent many days wandering the mountains, lakes and streams of the Rocky Mountains. I used to have a job where I actually got to fly fish on my lunch hour — I should have never left that one. But even now, working in a concrete metropolis, all it takes is a casual walk outdoors and I am met with the “wonder of it all.”

Telluride, CO, Photo by David Rupert

Creation screams, “I’m no accident.”

C.S. Lewis reasons, as only he can, “If the solar system was brought about by an accidental collision, then the appearance of organic life on this planet was also an accident, and the whole evolution of Man was an accident too.”

This is precisely the logic of evolution. No order. No plan. Just an accident. And thus, man is no more than a “cosmic oops.”

But catch Lewis’ next reasoned step.

“If so, then all our present thoughts are mere accidents–the accidental by-product of the movement of atoms. And this holds for the thoughts of the materialists and astronomers as well as for anyone else’s.”

If man is an accident, then so are his reasons and his thoughts. Just outcroppings of atomic evolution.

“But if their thoughts — i.e. of materialism and astronomy — are merely accidental by-products, why should we believe them to be true? I see no reason for believing that one accident should be able to give me a correct account of all the other accidents.”

If we are just mere evolutionary collections of cellular trial-and-error, then we really are nothing more than whispers on the winds of time.

Lewis concludes:
“It’s like expecting that the accidental shape taken by the splash when you upset a milk jug should give you a correct account of how the jug was made and why it was upset.”

What do you think about this? Do you ever feel like an accident? Or is there purpose and design to the world around? Comment here.