Stronger Faith

I don't remember who it was that wrote it or where it was that I read it, but in a book a while back I read the author's words about the faith of those who support the theory of evolution needing to be stronger than the faith of those who take stock in Creationism, and ultimately stronger than those who put their faith in Christ.  I thought about it briefly before continuing to read and not giving it much more thought.  This morning I sat and fed my 11 month old son his oatmeal and marveled at his beauty as he giggled at his brothers who were eating their cereal at the dining room table.  Those words came to my mind as I watched and admired just a tiny fraction of the "fearfully and wonderfully made" parts of his little life.  The automatic response of his mouth opening every time the spoon moves toward him.  Most the time he's not even looking at me.  He's busy watchin his brothers, but his 11 month old brain is able to recognize and respond when it's time for another bite.  
The goop at the corner of his eyes from the virus he's been fighting.  The diffused sunlight streaming through the dining room window behind him revealing all the tiny blood vessels that nourish the thin tissue in his ear.  The way he tries to and succeeds most of the time at mimicking the sounds his brother's make.  The way that even though his brother's show very LITTLE sign of belonging in my genetic line, I think he shows promise of looking at least a LITTLE like my family.  The way he's already formed a habit, reaching back and pulling at the precious curly hair that grows on the back of his head.  The way that, even though he knows how to and at times does crawl normally, he usually drags himself along on his belly because he's learned that it's a faster mode of transportation for him.  The way that his system does exactly as it should to pass through indigestible matter, such as the soft pine needles he often finds on the floor and eats, so that I find them in his diaper.  
There isn't really a stopping point for this.  The human body in all it's wonder is, in my opinion, the strongest case for our Creator, but everything else in existence is too.  So I agree.  I agree that it takes much stronger faith to believe in happenstance.  Much stronger faith to believe in a universe with no one in charge.  But what a discouraging faith to have.  A faith that leads to no where except a meaningless, ending existence.  A faith that puts stock in everything being an accident.  Nothing on purpose - no reason for the endless pain.  No point in loving or cherishing with a bitter end of ceasing to exist on the near horizon.  No hope.  Our faith may seem weak to some.  It may seem weak to believe in someone in charge of everything and everyone.  There's too many undeniable marvels of His creation.  I choose faith in my Creator.  I choose hope.  I choose salvation from the gut wrenching pain of this broken world.  I choose to be loved by the One that created my every part.  My children's every part.  Everyone's and everything's every part.  I choose Him.  For those of you who haven't, I do not envy the dispair you feel when you lose a loved one and have no hope of seeing them again, ever, in all eternity.  I do not envy the hopelessness you feel when you think of the end of your own life.  I do no envy the lack of hope you feel when you think that you are in full control of your own life.  I do no envy the end you will ultimately meet.  There's hope and salvation for every soul who accepts it.  It's never too late.  You are never too far gone.  You are never sinful enough to not be accepted.  You don't have to be without hope.  You don't have to be headed for a devistating end.  You don't have to be steeped in dispair.  We are broken, we've chosen to be broken and until the end, that has already been written, comes to pass we will continue to experience the brokenness of this earthly existence.  But OH the hope and OH the peace and OH the joy.  OH the promise that nothing else can offer!