Designer of Babies

Mom does the really hard work, the doc assists, and the Designer oversees it all

“Yet Thou art He who didst bring me forth from the womb.” Psalm 22:9

In nine months a miniature, seed-like, fertilized egg develops from coded genetic information contributed by mom and dad (who know nothing about genetics).

The living tissue blends and replicates at a blinding speed. Everything is precisely timed and carefully programmed. Everything is fearfully and wonderfully made. Read up on fetal development or watch a video. It’s a mind-boggling series of pre-programmed biological events, which science can mostly describe but does not really understand.

And conception-pregnancy-birth has happened in a perpetual cycle producing billions of human beings since the first parents, everyone’s grandparents, Adam and Eve. And the bio-chemical process cannot account for the greater mystery of the soul, the spirit that inhabits all of us from conception to death and distinguishes us from other living creatures.

Human birth is only a sample of the wonders and everyday miracles we take for granted. A very different worldview sees babies as the product of millions of years of evolution, descended from chimps or something other than a loving God, the Intelligent Designer. That’s quite a different view. When believers see babies, they receive them new life, as the gift of God. I like to focus on God the Designer because in the birth process I get a glimpse of the Divine Mind that planned it all.

The miraculous result

Designer of the Human Brain

Boggles the mind

Three pounds of grey matter, pinkish-beige jello. 200 billion neurons with 125 trillion synapses in the cerebral cortex.

It’s the computer that I operate at my will. It’s hotwired into my nervous system. Through it, I have access to 5 basic sensory systems: 3-D camera, touch (never duplicated), sound receiver, taste (never duplicated), smell (there are intelligently designed odor scanners, but none can touch a dog’s nose). Neurons, chemicals, information storing molecules  all part of a cerebral internet that relays and coordinates information by electrical impulses.

My brain stores information, 2.5 petabytes (one million gigabytes). It can: produce images, do math, formulas, and other abstract calculations, and remember all of it. It has an image generation program and an image-altering program. It’s a dream machine, I can daydream, which I control, but I have night dreams, which I do not control. I do not write the scripts but am cast as a player in each completely irrational scene that my conscious mind did not create. It also has a problem solving program and a language acquisition device. It’s all chemical and tissue, developed in my mother’s womb over 9 months.

But all this is only the tip of the iceberg in the mystery of the brain. Somewhere in my head dwells my self, my spirit, my soul, my consciousness, the one at the controls. You could call it my will or my personhood. Not so easily explained by chemistry. All the above data, impressive as it is, would be meaningless if there weren’t “someone” to run the programs and interpret the results. I can play anything I want on the “screen” inside my mind. No photons are involved. I just think and see something, or I think I see something.

In the six days of creation, God did not create my brain. He created Adam’s brain and Eve’s. After that, brains were reproduced in the billions over thousands of years. What kind of Mind could design and produce such an instrument? He breathed life into mud and the result was a “living soul,” not to mention a human body, of which the brain is only one small but phenomenal part. No, in this meditation you’re not going to understand the Maker or the brain, but you may get a glimpse.

Not intelligently designed, say some.