Many years ago when I was agnostic, I went to nursing school. As I learned about the marvelous intricate workings of the human body, I began to lose faith in my doubts.
One day I was invited to stand on a foot stool at the head of a man who was being prepped for a quadruple bypass. I watched closely as the skilled hands of the surgeon cut open the man’s chest and retracted the rib cage, like wide open double doors. I stared in awe at the beating heart, flanked by inhaling and exhaling lungs.
Then I said to myself, “How can there be no Creator?”
Today I am a Christian — NOT because I’ve found reasonable answers to all of my questions — but simply because the preponderance of the evidence in my life compels me to believe.
At this point in my ongoing quest for truth, it would be easier for me to believe that my Volvo evolved out of a junkyard, than to believe there is no God. But how I came to believe in a Christian God despite judgmental, hypocritical Christians, all the really weird verses in the Christian Bible, and despite having a very high Mensa-tested IQ…. is another story altogether.
As Albert Einstein said: “The most incomprehensible thing about the universe is that it is comprehensible.” 😉
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