There is a Korn song that’s out now that has the line “And I’m sorry I don’t believe, by the evidence that I see, that there’s any hope left for me. It’s evolution. Just evolution.” Is life just evolution? I don’t believe so. A week ago, my wife and I were at an “inquirers weekend” at our church (to learn more about the church, their beliefs, etc. Attending this weekend would allow us to become members of the church). During the Friday night session, the question was posed, “how do you know that God exists?” Well, if you’ve ever heard anyone attempt to answer that question before, you know that most of the responses traditionally fall into three categories: life experience, nature, and signs and wonders. So after several people in the group shared various reasons along those lines for why they believed God exists, we had time for one more example. A little old lady from the back spoke up softly. She stated simply that watching her children born was enough for her. I concurred, and nodded my head accordingly while recalling the birth of my daughter almost 2 years ago.

Minutes later, we were well into another topic, but I honestly don’t remember what it was. I was still reflecting on the little old lady’s simple but true remark. I believe that every person inherently knows that there is a God; it is imbedded in who we are. The poorest of the poor from the darkest corner on earth unconsciously looks to the heavens for strength; the atheist instinctively calls out to God in a desperate time of need, and I believe that even the hardest of hearts can be knocked off the fence of doubt by merely observing a baby being born.

From seed to full grown infant in 9 months, when that little baby enters the real world and immediately starts breathing air instead of relying on the umbilical cord, tell me that’s an accident? When that baby opens its eyes and squeezes your hand, tell me that he wasn’t created by an almighty God? When that tiny newborn triples in size two years later, and is talking and walking, tell me that there’s not at higher power orchestrating his life?

Moreover, the simplest examination and analysis of this world will leave you with no explanation for life but that of a Supreme Being. The human eye, brain, and heart: the complexity and order of nature; emotions, inventions, and the overall vastness of the universe all speak to the reality that there is a God who fashioned all life. Do nothing more than look around you for two minutes, and you’ll realize that it’s simply ludicrous to suggest that the intricacy of this world could have happened by accident or mistake. Is it really feasible that we could have evolved from monkeys? Is it possible that a baby can grow inside its mother, be born, and live to reproduce themselves without having been given that ability from a God who is all powerful? No it’s not, and the afore mentioned discussion at church reminded me yet again of this truth.

Ironically, little did I know that literally 29 hours later I would be standing bedside in the hospital watching my wife deliver our new baby boy. Amidst the excitement of the moment, I didn’t have anything but the beauty of that little baby on my mind. However, hours later while reclining in the “husband chair” in the postpartum room set up for my wife, the question of how I know God exists came rushing back to the forefront of my mind. How do I know God exists? Truly, there are many, many ways…countless amounts of evidence, but perhaps none greater than witnessing the birth of a child. I had just experienced that phenomenon first hand…again. So sitting in that hospital chair pondering the little old lady’s statement from church only a day before, I once more nodded my head in agreement. Only this time, following a downward nod I paused for a moment to say a quick prayer. “Thank you Jesus,” I said, “for you truly are Life and the Life Giver.”