UP A RIVER WITHOUT A PADDLE

 

Psalm 139:13, 14  “For thou didst form my inward parts; Thou didst weave me in my mother’s womb.  I will give thanks to Thee, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Thy works, and my soul knows it very well.”

When I’m at my cottage in the summer I like to take my boat down the Channel to  “Ed’s Channel Stop”.  Ed always has a great assortment of ice cream that tastes so good on a hot summer afternoon.

The trip is easy.  I get in my boat, start the engine, steer the craft under the bridge and into the narrow channel, follow the channel to Ed’s, pull up to his dock, enter the Channel Stop and go about my business of getting ice cream.

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Simple….right?

 

But let’s take that trip again and make it random.  Let’s take that trip where there is no intelligence guiding the steps.

 

First I have to find myself in a vehicle that is going to do the job.  Okay, so I’m sitting a boat.  I float aimlessly away from the dock.  I float aimlessly because my boat doesn’t have any means of propulsion.

 

A motor appears on the back of the boat.  It starts up.  Now I no longer float aimlessly.  Now I move aimlessly at a much faster pace.  The motor swings back and forth and so do I.

 

A steering device appears.  Now I can control the boat as it moves all around the lake.  But there is no knowledge of where Ed’s Channel Stop is so I keep passing the channel.  I get a great view of the lake.  I just don’t get any ice cream.

 

Somehow I learn that Ed’s is up the channel and I make a conscious choice to steer into the channel.  And I motor on down the channel…… right on past Ed’s place because I have no idea what Ed’s place looks like.

 

Somehow I learn to recognize Ed’s place, pull over, and dock.  I get out and enter The Channel Stop and am rewarded with a two scoop chocolate almond and cherry vanilla cone.

 

Without intelligent input this seemingly easy trip becomes a lot more complex.   If any one of those steps is missing I miss out on my ice cream.

 

Having any one of the steps missing leads to a failed excursion.  That is what is  called “irreducible complexity”.

 

So let’s take another trip.  This is the trip of sexual reproduction.  This is another trip of irreducible complexity.

 

Each cell in our body is a combination of 23 pairs of chromosomes.  We get half of those chromosomes from our mother and half from our father.

 

We need to start our trip with the correct cell.  When (almost) every cell in your body reproduces itself it reproduces all 23 pairs of chromosomes.  So there are 46 pairs of chromosomes.  Then the cell splits in two, each cell having the necessary 23 pairs.  That’s called “mitosis” and is an incredible wonder.

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But that “boat” won’t float because combining two of those cells (which is what happens in sexual reproduction) would give us 46 pairs.  We need a different boat.  We need a boat with 23 single chromosomes.  That is the miracle of a process called “meiosis”.  Somehow our sex cells “know” not to double their chromosomes, so when they split to form sperm and eggs they only have 23 single chromosomes.

 

A sperm cell is deposited in the uterus.  It would float around like my motor-less boat except that another miracle has occurred.  It HAS a motor.  It’s the one cell in our body that has a motor that we call flagella……  which in itself is more complex than the hospital complex in which this baby is going to be delivered.

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Now it motors aimlessly around the uterus.  But it doesn’t because another miracle has occurred.  Somehow the sperm “knows” to swim up the channel we call the fallopian tube because that is where the egg is hanging out.

 

It goes up the fallopian tube and motors right on past the egg.  But it doesn’t because yet another miracle occurs.  It “recognizes” the egg and millions of sperm swarm the egg membrane in hopes of being the lucky guy that gets in.

sperm and egg

 

But here is where the analogy breaks down.  Ed wants all the business he can get.  So when I enter he keeps the door open.  The more customers the better.

 

No so for the egg.  23 chromosomes in the sperm and 23 in the egg make the necessary 46.  One more sperm getting through will foul the “ice cream” and the cell will die.

But wouldn’t you know it, another lucky miracle is in place.  When the first sperm cell enters the egg the “door” is shut.  The membrane is immediately rendered impenetrable to any more sperm.  How does it happen?  Well the egg cell just  “knows”.

Any one of these steps that is not present and you have no birth of an organism.  And each one is so complex as to shatter the imagination.

 

Evolutionists will try to tell you that as each of these steps evolves the “save” button is pressed and you start from that point the next time.  Not so.  Without a live birth no incremental adaptation gets saved at all.  You start over from scratch.  You don’t press the “save” button.  You press the “delete” button.

 

You are not here because of some random process.

 

Scripture says that you are fearfully and wonderfully made.

 

You most certainly are!

HIDE AND GO SEEK

Acts 26:25-27  “But Paul said, “I am not out of my mind, most excellent Festus, but I utter words of sober truth.  For the king knows about these matters, and I speak to him with confidence, since I am persuaded that none of these things escape his notice; for this has not been done in a corner.  King Agrippa, do you believe the prophets?  I know that you do.”

When I was a kid I spent a lot of time at our cottage in Michigan.  There were a bazillion kids there and we all liked to play hide and go seek at night.

Some of the players were hide and go seek “artistes”.  They knew that the secret to the game was stealth and the ability to remain undetected.  Rich was one of those guys.  He would always come dressed in black and even had a hood that covered his blond hair.  Rich was seldom “It” because he was hardly ever discovered.

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Then there was Billy.  If you were “It” you wanted Billy in the game because he was your out.  If you got anywhere near Billy he would get unnerved, jump from his hiding place, and race through the open to a new spot.  1, 2, 3 on Billy!  Needless to say Billy spent a lot of time being “It”.

 

I had a discussion with an evolutionist the other day.  He was trying to expand my feeble mind by explaining one of the current theories on how the eye developed.  Apparently there was an aquatic animal of some sort that spent most of it’s time on the ocean bottom.  It had not yet developed an “eye”, but “merely” had a mass of “photosensitive cells” located on it’s dorsum.

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Okay, time for an aside.  A photosensitive cell would be mindbogglingly complex in the first place.  It would be somewhere far beyond the space shuttle in complexity.

 

It brings to mind a routine by one of my favorite stand up comedians, Steve Martin.  He called it “How to become a millionaire”.  He said, “First…. get a million dollars.  Then don’t pay any taxes.  When the IRS comes calling, simply say….. “I forgot!”.

 

So here is how an eye evolves.  First….. get a mass of “photosensitive cells”.   LOL

Of yeah…. and those cells must have somehow communicated through a nervous system to a developed musculature or some other method of locomotion, allowing it to “flipper away”.   That’s another quantum leap assumption.  But hey, evolutionists quantum leap all the time and no one seems to notice….. least of all them.

 

I’m not kidding you.  This is the theory.

 

But wait.  It gets worse.

 

So this thing sits on the bottom.  When a predator circles above it and cuts off the sunlight (Lot’s of that on the ocean floor.  Perhaps he meant that this all took place in the shallows or in a pond)… but back to the theory.  When the predator circles above it cuts off the sunlight and the photosensitive cells are triggered.  They fire off an impulse that somehow travels to the mode of locomotion and the “thing” flippers out of harms way.

 

Okay, so here are some questions.

 

It would be likely that the predator would have been more advanced than the “thing”.  Wouldn’t it already have eyes?

Well maybe eyes developed a number of different times.  You know….. those incredibly complex organs just pop up like weeds in a corn field.  So then how exactly did the predator get eyes?

 

But even if it didn’t have eyes it still had to detect prey in some manner.  Maybe it had sonar.  Maybe it could detect movement in the water.  Maybe it could hear.

 

The “thing” on the ocean floor is sitting there undetected.  The predator obviously doesn’t know it’s there or it would no longer be there.  It would be in the predator’s belly.

 

And what does the “thing” do?  Does it sit tight and remain undetected like Rich always did?  No!  It “flippers” or “jets” away to a new and better hiding place causing all sorts of disturbance in the process.

 

Well it probably doesn’t actually make it to the new hiding place because…

 

1, 2, 3 on the thing on the bottom!

 

1, 2, 3 on “Billyfish”.

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And Billyfish becomes a fish dinner.  By the way, Billyfish dinners are always served with their “photosensitive cells” “sunny side up”.

 

Dead men don’t tell lies.  And dead Billyfish don’t live to reproduce bad “adaptations”.

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Don’t be intimidated by the evolutionist crowd.  Just because they have degrees doesn’t mean they have the truth.  And it sure doesn’t appear that they have much in the way of critical thinking skills.

 

What’s in your pond?