Who killed JFK?

"[We are being] told that our atheism is an ‘intellectual embarrassment’ by a man who actually believes that he's going to literally fly in the air like some kind of bird one fine day: 'For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord' (1 Thessalonians 4:16-17). As an atheist I love it when Christians try to lecture me about the logic of atheism!" C.H.

If you think human beings being able to fly is crazy, think about what you and your fellow unbelievers believe. A staunch atheist believes that there isn’t a "creation," that nothing was "designed," neither was it "created" or "made." He also believes that he has no beliefs, because that would mean that he has some sort of "faith," which is another word that has connotations about you-know-Who.

When pressed about his beliefs, the average atheist will admit that he believes that 14.5 billion years ago the universe came into being, from something. But he doesn’t know what the "something" was, although he is adamant that it wasn’t God. Then, through the miracle of evolution, the something that wasn’t God brought into being everything we see.

Someone once said that (with all our technology) we have trouble trying to figure out who killed JFK. That was only 45 or so years ago, and 14.5 billion years is a long time to be sure of anything. A mere million years ago is a long time, let alone more than 14 thousand million years, but that’s what’s necessary for the miracle of evolution to work. Of course, that figure has changed a number of times in recent history, and no doubt in a 100 years time, science will laugh at what is now believed.

I choose rather to call creation "creation," and to love and serve the Creator who bought creation into being. I have no trouble believing that He made man as male and female, and that He gave them the ability to procreate after their own kind. I have no trouble believing that He brought animals to Noah, flooded the earth to the highest mountain, opened the Red Sea, stopped the mouths of Daniel’s lions, guided the stone from David’s sling, fed the 5,000 fresh bread and fish, died on a cruel cross for our sins, and then rose from the dead on the third day.

It’s easy to believe in miracles because I see the unspeakable genius of God’s handiwork every time I watch a bird fly. It has been 100 years since we first flew, yet we still can’t make a plane land with the agility of the common sparrow. In most modern landings someone is gripping the armrest, and most thank God when they hear the "thud" as we come back to earth.