Chance Existence
Some people say life happened by chance. That all of this, the world and everything in it, is just a random chain of events. But if that were true, we have to face some hard questions.
If life is an accident, how does such precise order exist? How does a heart know to beat from the first moment until the last without being told? How does the mind hold on to memories, dream in color, imagine what has never been seen, or feel love so deep it can change the course of a life? How do the seasons move in perfect rhythm, the tides follow the pull of the moon, the stars keep their place in patterns set before we were here?
If all of this is an accident, how do we know the difference between something that benefits and something that harms? How can good and evil exist if there is nothing that defines them? Without a standard above us, good becomes just a preference and evil becomes just a different preference. And if that were the case, how could anyone say one thing is better than another? Better compared to what? Worse compared to what?
Even babies, before they are taught or influenced, know to cry in sadness and smile in joy. How could that be if there is no truth built into us? How can someone mourn what is bad and rejoice in what is good if neither truly exists? If everything is just an accident, then the death of a loved one would have no more weight than the breaking of a cup. Saving a life would have no more meaning than stepping over a puddle.
If life is random, why do we strive so hard to prolong it? Why do we value it more than anything else? Why do we feel the need to protect, to heal, to fight for what is right? And how could those things even be called right if there is no foundation that defines them?
Without a source that governs what is true and what is false, what is good and what is evil, what builds and what destroys, then nothing has value at all. Purpose disappears. Love becomes a chemical reaction. Sacrifice becomes nothing but a strange choice. Life becomes a series of meaningless moments drifting toward nothing.
But deep inside, every person knows this is not an accident. We can feel the design in our very breath. We know there is meaning because we are wired to search for it. We know there is purpose because we are drawn to live it. We know there is a Giver of life because without Him, there could be no difference between good and evil, no reason to love, and no reason to hope.
Life is not an accident. It is proof of intention, and the value you feel in your own breath is the evidence you cannot deny.
