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 such a thing as the big bang beginning, where did the enormous mass of matter come from, develop, and from what? Who created the delicate balance that caused 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 now and why not frequently than just the one single leap of genes?

When we look around and see the majesty of the mountains or the splendor of canyons with 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, soft yellows, or whites. We have fountains that pump out sweet clear water while other springs belch boiling sulfur smelling water. There are artesian wells that spill water and geysers that shoot towers of water high into the air. The world is crisscrossed with rivers: long ones, short ones, gentle ones, and raging ones, who set them into motion. Who set the rotation 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? Who painted the autumn leaves with brilliant colors?

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