Recently, i was talking to a friend. On and on, we somehow pounced upon the issue on our beliefs about how this Earth was made and he mentioned chance. I took my stand that it was God. We didn't go too much into it but as i was on my way home, it got me thinking. I decided not to listen to any music. I started looking around and i saw my reflection on the window of the bus. Could this wonderful work of art be made by chance? hahaha. Ok sorry, that's just wrong. I looked up and my eyes focused in on the white puffy clouds up there in the sky as the sun peeked through. Here and there, a bird would fly past, followed by another or a few others. I pondered for a moment. Why? Why would people ever think this world came about by chance. So many things proved this world was made. I've never been to many places in the world. People who've seen it all sometimes say the breathtaking sight tells you this world was definitely not by chance. But somehow, when i looked out the window of the bus, i know this world was made.
How do we know he's there? I think the question to be asked should be:
