There is no God. All of the wonderful things around us are accidental. No almighty hand made a thousand billion stars. They made themselves. No power keeps them on their steady course. The earth spins itself to keep the oceans from falling off towards the sun. Infants teach themselves to cry when they are hungry or hurt. A small flower invented itself so that we could invent digitalis for sick hearts.
The earth gave itself day and night, tilted itself so that we get seasons. Without the magnetic poles, man would be unable to navigate the trackless oceans of water and air, but they just grew there.
How about the sugar thermostat in the pancreas? It maintains a level of sugar in the blood sufficient for energy. Without it, all of us would fall into a coma and die.
Why does snow sit on mountaintops waiting for the warm spring sun to melt it at just the right time for the young crops in farms below to drink? A very lovely accident.
The human heart will beat for 70 to 80 years without faltering. How does it get sufficient rest between beats? A kidney will filter poison from the blood, and leave good things alone. How does it know one from the other?
Who gave the human tongue flexibility to form words, and a brain to understand it, but denied it to all other animals?
Who showed a womb how to take the love of 2 persons and keep splitting a tiny ovum until, in time, a baby would have the proper number of fingers, eyes, and ears and hair in the right places, and come into the world when it is strong enough to sustain life?
There is no God?
(by Jim Bishop.)
This was an article i read years ago in Reader's Digest when i was in primary school i guess.
That day, someone asked me, 'How did you get your faith?'
I knew that there was a God.
Someone who created all of the amazing things we take for granted with incredible precision.
Not the greatest artist of all time could recreate the glory of the everyday sunset that we see.
Not the greatest fashion maestro of all time could recreate the beauty of a simple flower petal.
Not the greatest medical savior of all time could explain why exactly the human body was built just so.
If anyone told me, that my blackberry was created in a big bang or evolved from nokia, i would ask that person to go check in the nearest asylum.
I believe that most people would do the same as me.
However, why do these very same people that would scoff at the suggestion that phones appeared in a bang or evolved from batteries,
would easily believe that they themselves, such creatures of complex design, undiscovered mysteries, and unexplained emotions appeared from explosions or evolved from primates?
please. don't cheapen your own worth.
there is no God?