Compiling God's Code

Is life so random that, as I sit at this desk, typing on this computer, living in this particular apartment in Houston, I’m supposed to believe my life to this exact point in my timeline, that, that it could have been an infinite number of different possibilities? This planet, this sun, this solar system, this galaxy, and this entire cosmos randomly burst into existence without rhythm or reason and through natural selection, that life grew from nothing to this — without some sort of purpose to all of our lives and endless other lives that could exist in this universe?

Or, or, are some of these happenstances in our lives manipulated by a God that loves us and wants the very best for us? Or, that through his spirit which resides in all that exists and the connection of that spirit, from me to you, from animals to plants, from this earth to a planet in the Andromeda galaxy, over the billions of years, God creates opportunities for the cosmos to blossom into what he desires. Is it so hard to believe that God had an aspiration to create his essence in this being we call a universe?

I refuse to accept the theories that this precise existence is randomly generated and that chance brought me to this moment of typing these words, but Leonard Mlodinow argues precisely that in his book The Drunkard’s Walk, that it is all chance, randomness and our interpretation of the events that leads us along our path. In the book, he says the only difference between those that succeed and those that fail is the successful ones never quit and so therefore are in the right place at the right time when by chance, their venture catches a break and flourishes. Where does that leave God? To many, it leaves him only as an entity invented by humans to make sense of things they couldn’t understand or as a light at the end of the tunnel to calm fears about death.

Call me crazy, I don’t care. Call me a fool. I don’t care. I could argue the many holes found in all these theories, but the theorists would argue science just hasn’t discovered the answer yet. That may be true, but at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter. I believe in God. I believe he sent Jesus and other prophets to our world to help us understand him. Again, it doesn’t matter. Because when it comes down to it, is it a bad thing that I follow the teachings of a man who imparted upon this world two rules: 1) love God and 2) love everyone else? Even if I’m crazy, ignorant, stupid, or just plain wrong, wouldn’t the world be a better place if we all foolishly believed in a God that only wants for us all to love each other?

Oh, and my feet rest in this spot because God’s spirit lead me here.