Happenstance

It’s difficult for me to understand how people can be confused after seeing the world around them and say there is no Creator. It all came into being by coincidence or happenstance. Looking up at the multitude of stars and the untold number of planets should give a feeling of the great power that set them all into place, not an explosion. Even if there was a bang of a beginning, where did the enormous mass of matter develop and from what? Who created the delicate balance that causes the stars, moons and planets to dance the intricate ballet eon after eon? Evolutionists say the Earth and everything on it evolved over millions of years, but how can that be when every race and culture of mankind has the flood story which wiped everything living thing from existence, save those in the ark? And if evolutionists are correct and mankind evolved from apes, why isn’t it happening more frequently than the single leap of genes?

When we look around and see the majesty of the mountains or the splendor of the canyons: their depths and heights, their varied shapes and hues, how can we deny the skill of an artist’s hand? We see waterfalls thundering from great heights or spreading to unbelievable widths and yet we are still amazed by hearing the trickle of the tiniest flow.

Our beaches, can be narrow, rocky, or are wide expanses of sand in varied colors of black pumice, red coral, or soft yellows or whites. We have springs that pump out sweet  clear water, springs that belch boiling, sulfur smelling water, and some that shoot a tower of water high into the air. The world is crisscrossed with rivers, long ones, short ones, gentle ones and raging ones, who has set tyhem into motion. Who has set the routine of the seasons? Who allowed the ice and snow to give way to the budding of trees and the stirring of life in a dead looking seed?

Can we be more surprised to see the blinding flash of lightning, or feel the earth beneath our feet trembling from the roar of thunder or feel the power of the oncoming storm? Who created the whirlwind and separated it from the gentle breeze? How can we see the miracle of birth and not be convinced that there is a Creator to it all and not by happenstance?