How it is possible to observe the intricacy of this realm and deny the intelligence behind it is a mystery to me. How can anyone imagine such breathtaking art without an artist or such elaborate design without a creator? Does anything ever fall together by chance and flow with perfect symmetry?
If we simply walk out into the beauty that surrounds us and open our minds to the truth that thrums in the flow of nature, we encounter the Maker of it. God moves in creation, always reaching to us through the order that surrounds us. Sit in the cool of the evening and listen to the chorus of praise the world is singing. How is it imaginable that all that we see is the result of some cosmic accident?
I have walked mountain pathways, stood in desert sands, and slept beneath the stars on a prairie so rimless that the sky spills down to the earth. I have chased the waves of the ocean and traveled her surface so far that the land disappeared into the curve of the water. I have trekked into treeless places where everything around me is frozen white and I have delved so deep into caves that the only light is the glow of my lantern, and I have switched it off to experience the velvet darkness. In all of that, I have found no place where the Voice ever speaking cannot be heard.
How is it possible that some never hear that Voice at all? Of all the mysteries I have encountered, this one amazes me most. How can it be that a human being can stand in the midst of creation and deny the existence of God?
The heavens tell of the glory of God; And their expanse declares the work of His hands. Day to day pours forth speech, And night to night reveals knowledge.Psalm 19:1-2 NASB