The Myth of the Clockmaker God


“But it is good for me to draw near to God: I have put my trust in the Lord GOD, that I may declare all thy works.” – Psalm 73:28

What kind of god do you believe in? There are some who believe in a god which only watches. He set it all in motion and watches on dispassionately. Not touching his creation, or interacting with it. This god allows war, famine, disease and death, and does nothing to help. Omniscience, omnipotence, omnipresence; wasted on doing… nothing.

I can understand the thinking that produces belief in a god like that. You see all kinds of bad things, flawed things, and things that we consider ‘ungodly’ in his creation. When you see these things, it’s possible to see the earth like a clock that god made, which is still ticking, but can’t tell time truly anymore, because it’s long gone without maintenance. Any clockmaker knows you have to maintain a clock. You have to set it, clean it, wind it, and replace broken parts. The clockwork god has forgotten this, apparently, and just let it fall into disarray.

I don’t believe in this. To me, a hands-off god is no god at all. You may as well be an atheist. If god is outside your grasp and unable to be touched or known, then it’s the same as if he did not exist at all. There is no need for him, nor any need for me to believe or worship him. Denying he does anything is the same as denying he exists.

“Hearken unto this, O Job: stand still, and consider the wondrous works of God.” – Job 37:14

It’s more than ‘don’t’ though. I simply ‘can’t’ believe that anymore. I have seen God’s hand on his creation too much.

I saw God’s angel one day when I was fifteen, and came to know God in spirit and in truth.

I spoke with God and he calmed my heart at the beginning of the most trying time of my life, and gave me peace that surpasses understanding which endures to this day.

I saw a widow live on minimum wage, with two children. No, not just live, ‘thrive’ and grow even stronger.

I saw another widow live with no income of her own, with two children, and thrive just the same.

I’ve seen children who could not walk from cerebral palsy, that now walk. After a single prayer that no one knew about but me.

I’ve seen a woman on death’s door from multiple sclerosis, who still lives because of the power of prayer.

I have seen the biggest three mistakes I could have ever made, simply taken out of my hand because I gave the choice over to God.

I saw one of those mistakes pass into the hands of another and the damage I was saved from by the Almighty.

And, mock me if you may but I have seen demons flee from God’s children.

I’ve seen God shut up the mouths of my oppressors, in the very moment they feel they’ve won.

God has put words in my mouth when I had none.

God has shut my mouth when I would have otherwise spoken out of turn.

God has given me knowledge at the exact time it was needed.

God has done all of these things, and so many more. Daily I see another place where God’s hand has moved.

God is not a clockmaker. God is a potter, and we are the clay, and his hands are ever upon us molding us into the image he created for us.

“Yet, O LORD, you are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.” — Isaiah 64:8