“I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.”
— Psalm 139:14 niv
There is something supernatural and spectacular about the birth of a baby. We see in that precious little one something that is so far above our own imagination. It grieves me when I hear some leftist lunatic say that life begins at delivery rather than conception. One look at an ultrasound proves that unborn baby is much more than a blob of tissue.
Far beyond the ultrasound we can hold on to the Word of God. The Psalmist here proclaims what he knows – that I am “fearfully and wonderfully made.” Wiersbe wrote, “God formed us as He wants us to be, and we must accept His will no matter how we feel about our genetic structure, our look, or our abilities.”
In the preceding verse the Psalmist wrote that God “knit me together in my mother’s womb.” The meaning of that word is that he intricately embroidered me together. Think about it in these terms. The Lord weaves and embroiders a human being together in the mother’s womb yet human societies have opted for abortions which reject this miracle of God.
Regardless of the mores of a fallen society we can join with the Psalmist in proclaiming that all the works of God are wonderful. While much of the world proclaims that there is no God, His Word boldly and repeatedly proclaims that He cannot be ignored.
Read the words of John Phillips:
“If David knew enough to be awed, what about us? We know that every living creature is made up of microscopic cells so small that the letter O on this page would contain between thirty to forty thousand of them. Each microscopic cell is a world in itself, containing an estimated two hundred trillion tiny molecules of atoms. Each cell, in other words, is a micro-universe of almost unbelievable complexity. All these cells put together make up a living creature. Each cell has its own specialized function and each works to an intricate time table which tells it when to grow, when to divide, when to make hormones, when to die.
Every minute of every day, some three billion cells in the body die and the same number are created to take their place. During any given moment in the life of any one of these cells, thousands of events are taking place, each one being precisely coordinated at the molecular level by countless triggers. The human body has more than a million million of them—a million in each square inch of skin, thirty billion in the brain, billions of red blood cells in the veins. Obviously, such a complicated and unerring development of cells cannot possibly be the result of chance. “He created me!” David exclaimed.”