They say fingerprints serve as evidence. Fingerprints prove the presence of a specific individual in a particular setting. They’re used to prove, or disprove, criminal cases all the time. It’s also said that each person’s fingerprints are unique to that particular individual; no two individuals have the same fingerprints.
I saw the fingerprints of God the other day. I drove along the water’s edge and saw the incessant waves rolling in, marking their progress on the shore line, then receding back into the body from whence they came, then doing it all over again. It had a calming effect. As I drove away from the shore, I looked across the landscape toward the hills and the forest and observed a natural beauty that is a wonder to behold. As the day waned, I scanned the horizon and took in an amazing sunset that pictures could not do justice.
I saw the fingerprints of God the other day. I was looking through a book on anatomy and observed the intricacies of the human body. All of the organs set in place, each with it’s unique function. The blood vessels serving the organs, fueled themselves by perhaps the hardest working organ of all, the heart, never resting, always pumping in synchronous rhythm. The muscles portioned around the organs, and the skeleton forming a protective shield around them all. The brain sending electrical impulses throughout the body, guiding and governing the individual parts in their specific functions. I was awed at the marvelous and obvious design behind it all.
I saw the fingerprints of God the other day. I was in a restaurant and noticed a young couple embracing, hugging, kissing, talking with such excited enthusiasm. Their love for each other was obvious in their eyes and their actions. They were so happy, so fulfilled in each other’s presence.
I saw the fingerprints of God the other day. As I walked along the street I passed an older house. It was dated but had obviously been kept up. The yard was neat. The place had character. On the front porch was an old couple. They sat in separate rockers placed side by side, holding each other’s hand, sharing a few words and a smile from time to time, the glow of a long lasting and often tried love radiating from them.
Some say that everything I saw was the product of random chance, an accident in the cosmos. Everything we see around us just happened on its own, the invention of nature. But as look around and observe all there is to observe, that idea just doesn’t make sense. Where did the forces of nature come from? No, I don’t see random chance or accidents in the cosmos. I see design, intent, purpose, evidence. I see the fingerprints of God…
Gary L. Hutchens