This bud's for you!

I was thinking.............some of us spend a lot of time looking for signs. I don't mean "stop" or "yield", I mean signs that He is real. You know who I'm talking about. The big Guy,the Boss, the Supreme Being........God. The intelligent designer. The one who lit the fuse at the "big bang". Some inert piece of matter didn't just appear from nowhere and start it all. It came from somewhere, and that somewhere had to be something, but some dumb thing doesn't start anything. I had a really dumb Volkswagen once, and it NEVER STARTED itself. I had to insert and turn the key(and some times give it a good kick). Some big made the bang. Some big intelligent someone. You can go on and on with all the theories at your disposal or anyone's little bag of theories, and the truth is the truth, someone lit the fuse. I knew an atheist who told me there was no God. I told him I couldn't talk to him any longer because he didn't exist. "whattayuh mean?!" he said. I told him if I said there were no spiders in a corner of the room, I would have a complete knowledge of that corner, a finite knowledge. But to say there are no spiders period, I would have to have complete knowledge of everywhere; an infinite knowledge. To say there is no God is to have an infinite, "God like"knowledge(omniscience),and since He doesn't exist, I just couldn't continue talking to the man. As my nephew Joey would say"he told me I was number one", and went back to his business(which occupied a very finite corner of the office). Like I said; someone lit the fuse. I used to be a real fat head; looking for big signs; show me some love! Love left; and Love came in. I don't look for billboards anymore(they're outlawed in Maine); just those tiny little signs along the road, the ones you gotta pay attention to see. Waking up alive; black flies( that's right! they could be bigger!); my sons; my daughters-in-law; blueberries, and a million other graces that fall like snowflakes all around me every day, and snowflakes yet to come. I get a big bang out of people who tell me there's no God. I'm not an "accident", and those I love are no "accidents". Think about those tiny little signs; the ones you gotta pay attention to see. The next time you're nose deep in a soft vanilla cone with chocolate jimmies, and your taste buds are doin the wave, and some of 'em are huggin those jimmies; you know who you're thanking for taste buds, and that's no accident! Pax tecum!