Built To Be Used

Civilian vehicles, as in minivans and four-door gigs, look pretty high-tech and polished these days. Matter of fact, I guess that applies to most cars now. Last week I happened to have a good long look underneath my van. An event that is almost always due to unfortunate circumstances, which I suspect applies to most under-the-vehicle excursions. Long story short, the whole thing didn't look quite so high tech and polished from down under. More like a bunch of hulking metal chunks welded together. (which it was, now that I think about it) Still, it was complex, intelligent, designed for a purpose, and built to be used.

Consider the walls of a house, not from the outside, but from inside, between the sheets of drywall. Dirt, insulation, dead things. Yet the two by fours are positioned sixteen inches (I think?) apart, with multiple screws in them, and attached securely to the roof and floor. Altogether forming a complex, intelligent, purposely designed structure, built to be used.

How about a sleek laptop. Inside that case dwells a multitude of wires and circuits, carefully arranged for maximum efficiency. Still, a fair amount of dust is also present. Yeah, complex alright. Intelligent too. Designed for a purpose, and definitely built to be used.

What about a couch? A sink? The microwave? An ipod?

The world?

An intelligent person doesn't make something useful, designed to be useful, and then not use it. I believe God is active in our lives, active in this world. That God is using the world for the purpose he created it for. I think that just as we care about what we actively work with to create, produce, and use, so too does God care about the world. So too, I don't believe in a deistic god.

But if you do, I'd like to hear your opinion. Honest :-)

Comments

  1. Fascinating take on this bro.

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  2. I'm glad you found it so :-)

    I was hoping it would be an angle that would appeal more to the heart, and sensible thought, than in a technical and factually cold way.

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