Of Hats and Humans

Lost my focus for this blog. I had no plans for making this look like a theological treatise. I’m not sufficiently trained in that area. I am a theologian in the simplest sense of the word: I study God.

Because I can’t understand why he would bother to save one like me.

For some reason, I started getting deeper than I originally intended. I simply wanted to talk about how little everyday things in my life have been helping me remember what Jesus has done for me.

About two weeks ago I went back to crocheting. It was never a hobby, because I never felt that I was good at it. My mother was really really good. In fact, so good, that she sometimes got frustrated with how slow I was going back in school and would try to finish my school projects for me.

I honestly don’t remember if she actually did. But considering how low my grades in Home Economics or Practical Arts had always been, I guess she didn’t, really. the one time I remember was typing a cookbook. I was living away from home, and I had no typewriter in the dorm. So she and my brother created the cookbook for me.

But I’ve always loved building stuff with my hands. I’m not a good artist. Far from it. Although I make the odd sketch or so when I can’t or don’t want to talk about something. Still, I was more the builder in the family.

My brother was the destroyer.

So lately I tried to go back to crocheting. See, I love hats, and I’ve always wanted a beret. I finally found one about six weeks ago. It was a crochet hat.

And it got me thinking.

A friend who’s into crafts sent me a website with a video of a girl crocheting a beret. I googled some more until I found what seemed like simple instructions. I found the nerve to walk into a crafts shop and but two small hooks and three — three spools? bunches? I don’t even know that they’re called! — whatever of thread.

Here’s what came out:

It brought to mind that oft-recited and sometimes quoted-for-fun verse from Psalm 139: “Fearfully and wonderfully made.”

At the risk of picking a debate with evolutionists, my little project, which took me around three days each to complete (because I wasn’t working straight through), showed to me I could not have been an accident. If a simple, inanimate thing like a hat has to be designed then worked at with much detail, then how can we humans be mere accidents? That verse states rather bluntly that we — I — have been made. And not haphazardly, but fearfully and wonderfully.

Several times as I crocheted, I had to stop and count to make sure I had the right number of stitches per row. The instructions were easy enough so that I no longer needed them when I worked on the second one, but I was no less careful with it than with the first. Several times my left hand went limp from lack of circulation. I forced myself to stop and massage my hands from time to time — like the wood cutter sharpening his axe after every felled tree — so I could work longer.

All that work for a hat. How much more intricate is a human being!

Now why would God bother? I wish I knew. All the answer he gives in the bible is love: “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only son…”

I made the berets for the family I love. I’m still working on a third one for my husband. And again, even if I know what to do now, I still cannot afford to be haphazard about it.

Can you imagine a world of over FIVE BILLION humans, and none of them, NOT ONE OF THEM, haphazardly copied from another? Each one distinct and unique. The basic raw building materials are the same, and yet, each creation is unique from all the others. No mass production. Each one made to order.

And that’s just today’s population. That’s not counting all the other humans that ever walked, or will still have to walk on this created earth.

How can all that be an accident? How can we all be mere accidents, mere chance? That would be like saying I made these hats by throwing the thread up in the air and they landed as hats. And no craftsman worth his salt would admit that his masterpieces were random.

No. There is no way something as beautifully intricate as a human being could have ever been randomly formed. Everything points to a loving, painstaking design and molding. And to that, I can’t just “tip my hat.”

“(They) will fall down before Him…and will cast their crown before the throne saying, Worthy are You, our Lord and our God, to receive glory and honor and power; for You created all things, and because of Your will, they existed and were created.'” Revelation 4:10,11 NASB

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