I was performing the blasphemous act of listening to Richard Dawkin’s book “The God Delusion” on my way home from work the other day, when I found I was thirsty. So as soon as I got home, I grabbed a glass and filled a pitcher of water. I threw the headset on while getting out of the car but was only half paying attention now as I noticed something in the glass of water.
I quickly grabbed for the sharpie that I use to mark my CDs and DVDs with and put a line at the watermark in the glass. Then I went into the bathroom across the hall, drained the pitcher and promptly poured the water in the glass into the now empty pitcher. I shook the glass real good to get as many drops as I could then poured the water back into the glass.
I was amazed! The water came up to the same mark!!! I repeated this procedure at least a dozen times and despite a few droplets that could easily be accounted for after spilling onto the sink or the floor, the water line was identical to my original mark!
I was no longer listening to that goofy Dawkins fellow as I was bearing witness to the substance of divinity here in my little water glass. Despite the chaotic nature of the universe, regardless how many times I attempted to re-arrange the molecules of hydrogen and oxygen, upon pouring them back into the glass they inevitably settled to the same level in the glass.
‘This cannot possibly happen by mere chance,‘ I thought and repeated the experiment three more times just to be certain. No, it was definite. Not only was there an obvious hand of a designer at work here to make the water and the glass and the pitcher, but the very presence of God himself had to be in the room with me! How else could all those molecules fall into place ‘just so’ every single time I tried to disturb them? The holy one himself must have been moving them about as I poured them such that they would all settle in the glass to achieve the same level EVERY SINGLE TIME!
I quickly ran upstairs and out into the street where I ran up to anyone nearby showing them my miraculous discovery. “Look!!!” I exclaimed, pouring the water back and forth before their eyes. “The same level!” I would exclaim. They would just look at me with an odd expression, one woman told her kids to go into the house, following the statement with a rather stern ‘NOW’ and at least one other guy grabbed the glass with a ‘thank you’ before taking a large drought.
Foolish non-believers! They couldn’t see the hand of God at work. I have determined after my mandatory meeting with the county mental health examiner next week, I am going to look for other proofs of the almighty in my fruit loops!