We number our years. Every year of our life someone has made a big deal of the date we were born into the world. Even if we wanted to ignore we couldn't. It is so much a part of our culture that to ignore is useless.
It is my annual turn to tick over another numeral. A thought occurred to me today. God made me and I think it would have been pretty good if this concoction of water and a few bucks of chemicals last a few years. But 52 years. What last that long in our lives. Our cars? Not even close. Our homes. Maybe, but we move so much that most of us aren't in the same house very long. Our jobs. Hardly. I have been blessed to work in ministry for 33 years but with many churches.
But for 52 years I have been living in this body and it is still going well. The mind and soul are getting a little wiser. The bones and muscles ache a little more now, even with very little exercise. But if my body had come with a 52 year warranty I wouldn't have been able to make a claim yet.
God makes things a whole lot better than we do. He makes imperfect things that work well for decades. Our amazing bodies are extraordinary evidence of a designer behind all the life that is in them.
Nature, evolution, blind chance don't get the glory. God gets the glory. Giving Him the glory is the purpose of this body and soul.
