If I am ever given a car, I want a new one. The old ones are
too costly to maintain – servicing, replacing parts…
I’m glad that my body is unlike a car. I haven’t had to
replace any body parts yet. So far, they are able to repair themselves, but
how?
Each cut, blow, virus, and illness has been repulsed or
fixed. Meanwhile, the car cannot repair its tires, brakes, or windshield
wipers. Instead, they must be replaced and the oil changed. It is almost
unthinkable that a car could be designed that would repair itself and
straighten its fenders. However, this is essentially what my body has done and
in every way, for many decades.
Nor can the car produce little-ones; nor are there any
designs for a car to do so. However, my body can do all of these things.
It is one thing for evolution to offer an explanation for
life, but it is another thing for it to claims that it can also explain how life repairs and propagates itself, without anyone
laughing.
Why then does the evolutionist cling so tenaciously to a
natural explanation? As one carpenter explained, “If you only have a hammer,
everything looks like a nail.” For the evolutionist, life is nothing more than
a nail, and evolution, a dumb hammer. Instead of banging his nail, he should
lay aside his hammer in awed silence.
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