I love mornings drinking coffee before anyone is awake. It is my chance to think, wonder, contemplate, read, search. I ran across a movie, a documentary of sorts, release on YouTube called HOME. It is a look at our world we live in and while I haven't finished it yet, it has a message about taking care of our environment. What strikes me as interesting is the conclusion that so many in our world come to when trying to explain our existence. Evolution out of nothing, started by a spark or bang of some sorts is the explanation that the narrator of the movie speaks of. As the camera moves across the beautiful landscape of our planet the story that unfolds is that billions of micro organisms is where we all have come from. The interesting part for me is when confronted by a beautiful piece of work, one's conclusion is the acknowledgment of design, which logically points to a designer. A Mercedes Benz, a Rolex watch, a MacBook computer, artwork on the Sistine Chapel, and MRI machine all are complex, arguably beautiful and undoubtedly designed with purpose. What the evolutionary process lacks is purpose. For me, it takes less faith that our world was created and designed than it does to have faith in a process without purpose. Not just without purpose but with the evidence of our bodies, these complex shells we live in, infinitely more complex than anything we have been able to create for ourselves, makes it preposterous that we have by chance morphed into what we are now. My faith is rooted in a designer, a creator. Not in a spark, in chaos, in chance.