Here’s a strange little thought to consider:
Inner workings can be things of great intrigue. The intricate gears of a watch or clock can be fascinating, and sometimes they are fashioned in such a way so as to display the works. Upon lifting the lid of a piano, the rising and falling of the hammers is almost mesmerizing. Even electronics sometimes are (or perhaps rather were some years back — I’m not technologically conscious) made of clear plastic so its innards can be admired.
And when showing off a newly-bought automobile, it is common for people (often males) to pop the hood and gaze in awe at its man-made guts. In fact, all of these afore-mentioned workings are man-made. They are complex and excite interest, but not horror. I’ve yet to see a person faint from laying eyes upon a car engine.
And yet it is with horror and disgust that many people people view their innards (or more specifically, they’d prefer not to view them at all costs). Of course there are those who consider innards to be beautiful, but just as many, if not more, cannot help by cry out “GROSS!” at the mere mention of an internal organ, let alone seeing a diagram of any internal anatomy. I used to be part of the faint-hearted, weak-stomached crowd — and in a very extreme manner.
The part that amuses me is that the man-made innards are viewed with calm, whereas the intricate and highly-sophisticated inner workings that God devised are frequently frowned upon as being grotesque.
Doesn’t that strike you are being a bit impolite towards His creations and handiwork?
And it goes without saying that God is a better architect, engineer, potter, anatomist, and chemist than any man.