In the end though, he realizes- as I do- that faith is a personal thing, a one-on-one with the Creator, that atheists and agnostics refuse to admit. "If God won't reveal Himself, if He won't come and PROVE His existence (by their standards), then He isn't a God worth worshipping." That is an argument I have heard many times. You can't argue with a mind closed by Satan, and that is not what this post is about.
Everyone struggles with their faith at times, even on a small, insignificant level. And they sometimes need encouragement. I got two examples of encouragement last night. THAT is what this post is about.
Example # 1 came in a true story I saw on several news sources last night. Long story short, a man is rushing his in-labor wife to the hospital in Sweden. Two kids buckled in the back seat. Suddenly, the baby pops out, lands on the floorboard at Mommy's feet. Man looks down, runs off the road and into a ditch, rolls over several times. The car stops. Two kids in the back, belted in, okay. Mom and Dad, belted in, okay. But the baby, seconds old and fragile, no protection, which by all rights should have been battered about the car- what about the baby?
Safe and sound- underneath her Mommy's seat. The only place she might have survived. Possibly dumb luck slid that baby under the seat just in time. However, I defy any atheist to do any semblance of an experiment and get that to happen. I have no doubt that child had an Angel of God on its side.
Example #2 happened on a walk Scrappy and I took last night. As we passed the "bark park", two little dogs were inside- a curly haired white guy about 2/3 Scrappy's size, and what looked to be a mini-Chihuahua mix about half the other one's size. Now Whitey was willing to come up and touch noses with Mr. Boy through the fence. Shorty, however, was in full tough-guy mode, barking a bark that wouldn't blow back a fruit fly, hopping with four stiff, straight legs. He'd get within about a yard and then they'd both take off. Scrappy would whine, walk a ways down the fence, and the scene would repeat. Then, as we approached the far end of the park, they came at Scrappy from different angles, and Shorty t-boned right into Whitey.
And bounced off like a handball off a wall, landing on his butt.
Needless to say, everyone got a good laugh out of that. And as I laughed, I thought.
How would chance and evolution create laughter? Or humor?
It might make tear ducts and tears, but how would it arrive at sorrow?
It could make comfort, or satisfaction, through the right amount of mixed chemicals in the brain. Heck, that's how atheists "explain" faith and belief. But could it make joy?
How could evolution produce the bedrock concepts of our lives? Fun, joy, pain of the heart, love, the sense of right and wrong?
Laughing proves that God exists. Surviving catastrophes show He cares.
And just to lighten things up, here's a couple of those lovely news stories I always run into.
In Kingston, in SW London (yes, that London) a 27" by 19" sewer pipe was re-opened after a solid 15-ton (yes, that ton) ball of "congealed fat mixed with wet wipes" was removed. Called the biggest "fatberg" in UK history, the removal company, which took ten days to complete the job, will be recycling the whole thing.
"We recycle everything that we remove -- the water is extracted and the remaining fats and oils are turned into products like soap, biodiesel and fuel," a CountyClean (Environmental Services) spokesman told AFP.
Sources at Thames Water encouraged residents, "Bin it- don't block it."
Second story- Once upon a time, Dutch artist Florentijn Hofman made a duck. A very BIG duck. Since 2007, Hofman's duck has travelled the world, and in May took up residence in Hong Kong. The people loved it.
|Note the guy in the boat towing it.|
Well, now there is a bit of a fight over the duck- or at least, replicas of it. The city of Keelung in Taiwan wanted a duck, and signed an agreement to have a 59-foot-tall ducky in their harbor. The problem is, they kinda are like Andrew Gold in his song Lonely Boy:
When they said he was an only duck, he thought it was the first one, too. But, the city of Kaohsiung, also in Taiwan, wanted one too- and they are getting theirs in September, while Keelung doesn't get theirs till mid-December. (would you believe that spellcheck LIKES "Kaohsiung"?)
The head of Kaohsiung's Information bureau says that no fewer than 23 Taiwanese organizations had approached Hofman for either a visit from his touring duck (a mere 54 feet and change) or wanting one of their own. Given Hong Kong's experience, he estimates the duck will generate 37 million dollars worth of business, in tourism, toys, scale models, and restaurants finding new ways to serve duck.