We Believe the House Was Built

No one questions whether a house was built. Or a bridge. Or a road.

We believe in the origin of manmade structures because we’ve seen the process. We’ve watched blueprints turn into reality. The proof is visible, tangible. It’s logical — and so we accept it without hesitation.

Yet when it comes to our own creation, we doubt.

Why? Because we haven’t seen the Creator.

We demand more proof, more certainty — as if the absence of sight means the absence of design. And above all, our belief must not contradict the limits of our mortal reasoning.

The sun rises and sets without our command, and we barely acknowledge it.

Our bodies perform billions of involuntary actions every second — cells divide, hearts beat, lungs breathe — and yet we give no credit to the One who sustains it all.

It never ceases to amaze me that people aren’t amazed.

As I sit here writing this, I pause in reverence. I thank God for the mind to think, the soul to create these words, and the device through which I share them.

He deserves all the credit. He gets all the glory — not only in this life, but in the one to come.

Let us not wait until the silence of eternity to recognize the voice of the Creator. May our eyes be open now to the miracle of simply being — and may our hearts return to the One who made it so. For we dwell in the house God built.

“For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—His eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.”

— Romans 1:20 (NIV)