Proof That God Exists.

I have never seen a bearded old man throwing lightning bolts down from the clouds. I have never wept at the feet of an angel nor have I ever had a near death experience and “headed for the light.” I’ve never had a burning desire in my heart to go to church and commune with the Holy Spirit. In spite of these shortcomings, I have proof that God exists. 

How else can you explain the delicate weaving of a spider web? This simple creature has the tiniest of brains, never went to college to study architecture, and yet can undertake such an intricate and beautiful task. How else can you explain the migration of the monarch butterfly? This weightless aviator travels over 2,500 miles to complete its life’s mission. (Respectful of size, that’s about 11 trips around the earth for a human.)

Who tells the bear when to hibernate when they can’t read a calendar? How does a seed planted haphazardly in the ground know which direction is up? Salmon don’t have GPS so who gives them directions allowing them to swim upstream and spawn in the same place they were born? Without any fences, what keeps polar bears from wandering into warm climates? Without a watch, who tells the geese it’s time to fly south for the winter? 

With no gravity in space, how do planets stay stuck in orbits? What makes the earth eternally spin on its axis without a battery? How do the brilliant reds, yellows, and oranges hide within the green of a leaf without being seen? Who squishes a giant 100 foot tall oak tree into a tiny acorn? 

Without fighting, arguing, or complaining, nature does what nature does, perfectly, every second of every day. Without rules, regulations, labor unions, or politics, without instructions or owner’s manuals, the sun rises in the east, cows change grass into milk, and the seasons cycle. How do our heart and lungs continue on their mission while we sleep? How does a single celled zygote evolve into a thinking, breathing, thumb opposing human without the intervention of science? 

When you get the urge to pass up the Thanksgiving meal with your family and instead volunteer to help in a soup kitchen, where did that urge originate from? When you spend your day off work picking up litter along the streets of your neighborhood, where does that desire come from? Where does the alcoholic find the strength to push that bottle aside? Where does love come from? The answer certainly is not born in a laboratory nor built in a pharmacy. 

How else do you possible explain these endless miracles? Oh, science has some theories and they think there is a rational explanation for it all but I know better. When I look at nature I see the effortless and unbridled Spirit of Life at work and that is all the proof I need. God is in your child’s laughter and makes the kitten purr. Man’s finite mind will never ever comprehend the influence and power of an infinite God.

It’s not what you look at that matters. It’s what you see and I see God.