A friend, Caroline, snapped this photo of a Pied-billed Grebe at Bond Park. I have just learned a wee bit more about this species that I didn’t know before. The black throat and mark on the bill are indications of a breeding adult. A winter bird would not have those markings.
So how does all that happen? How does the black throat grow into place, the right place, at the right time? And how does the mark on the bill, a structure that is hard as a fingernail, appear in the right place on the bill and at the right time? There are scientific answers for sure. And I don’t doubt them at all. Evolution, after all, is miraculous when you think about it.
But I also believe that there is a Creator, that he/she is playful, inventive, imaginative. This Master Artist has given us access to many rooms in the art gallery we call planet Earth. We can marvel at the beautiful creations by this Artist’s hand. Evolution, to me, is but His paint brush. Time means nothing to him. Creating is what He does.
That’s how I see the natural world. It’s His playground, and we’re little children. But you don’t have to view the world in this way to enjoy it. You can still marvel in what evolution has created without believing that there is a Creator involved. The art galleries are open to all viewers. Aren’t we lucky?