Who Made What?

Della sighed as she sat on the porch steps, staring off into space. "What's wrong, honey?" asked her dad as he put down the garden hose."This girl in my class--Raven--says there's no God," replied Della. "I told her there is, but she said, 'Prove it.' I didn't know how. We can't see God, so how could I give her proof?"Dad nodded. "You may not be able to prove it to her satisfaction, but there are things she can see that may convince her of the truth. Come with me." Della stood up and followed her dad into the house. In the dining room, he pointed at the embroidered tablecloth. "Who made this?""Grandma did," Della replied."What about this casserole in the oven?" asked Dad. "Who put it there?""Mom did," Della answered.Dad nodded and removed a drawing of a flower from the refrigerator door. "Who made this?"Della grinned. "I drew that in art class."Dad smiled. "No matter what I point to in this room, somebody made it, right?""Right," said Della.Dad took Della outside again and told her to look around. "What do you see?""I see the little birds in the trees," said Della. "And a bumble bee on a pink rose. And I see the grass and the sky and the sun shining.""And did they just appear there by themselves, or did somebody make them?""Somebody made them," replied Della. "God did!""Yes, indeed He did," said Dad. "Everything made has a maker. Even things made with human hands start with materials made by God. One way we know God exists is that our eyes see the things only God could make. The beauty and complexity of nature and our own bodies point to His existence and His love for us.""I'll have to tell Raven about that," said Della."It might not change her mind, but hopefully it will give her something to think about," said Dad. "You can also pray for her and ask God to help her see that He's real and that He loves her." Dad nudged Della with his elbow. "You can ask Him to help you be a good friend to her so she can see His love in you too."Della grinned. "Okay, Dad. I'll do that." -Suzanne Daly