It has been said that Sir Isaac Newton once exclaimed, “In the absence of any other proof, the thumb alone would convince me of God’s existence.”
This attribution is debated, but it is a fascinating thought.
In the absence of any other proof… but a thumb is attached to a human being. A person.
I am a writer. I do not study the sciences. I rarely ponder exactly how the mechanics of the world work.
However, I do observe human beings.
Having only observed people, I am led to wonder how in the world one could look at people and not come up with the existence of God. There is no accident or human mechanism that could come up with the insanity that is humanity.
Think about it. Have you ever heard the saying, “Truth is stranger than fiction?”
There are people who climb mountains for fun. They enjoy pushing themselves to the limit and enduring grueling mental and physical challenges, just to be able to say they did it.
There are people who like being veterinarians. Do you know what being a veterinarian entails?
There are people who can create beautiful works of art. Their reflections of nature and humanity reveal secrets that just maybe they didn’t even know they had. They ask questions that pull at our deepest desires.
There are such things as romance, and friendship, and affection, and respect.
There are parents and children.
There are teachers and students.
There are preachers and atheists.
There are men. (I don’t understand them.)
There are women. (I don’t understand us.)
There are redheads and blondes and people with skin the color of dark, bittersweet chocolate, and people with the skin the color of cinnamon, and people with skin the color of homemade vanilla ice cream and people with flat noses and pointy noses and round button noses and eyes as deep as the sky and just as bright.
There are people who understand physics.
There are people who don’t understand physics.
There are people that take advantage of physics that they don’t understand.
There are people who communicate better through speech than through writing.
There are people (like myself) who communicate better through the written word than speech.
There is villainy, there is heroism, there is love, there is hate, there is dignity, there is humour, there is truth and there are secrets all bound up in the human heart.
There are so many fractured facets on humanity, whether obscured by sin or displayed in glory, that I can hardly imagine not seeing God.
We are tragic and comic, grief-stricken and laughing, all at once.
And through us is the glory of God revealed.