Parakeets, evidences of God's existence and care, science vs religion, and other yaddi-yaddi-yadda! :)

Written approx. 9:30am, Sunday morning, 1/20/2013, typed solely on iPad (ermahgersh!!! essentially the first time ever using an iPad, and I wrote an entire blog post on it!!!)

I just got done trying to drive down south to meet up with some friends for breakfast. I made it only three minutes down the road when I decided to turn around and go back from whence I came. It was -6 degrees Fahrenheit outside and dangerously foggy everywhere, and every second I struggled seeing things that were only three feet in front of me. I was on the town's main road when I convinced myself to turn around. I pulled over into a fairly easily accessible high school parking lot because I figured it was a safe place to perform the turning around of my car. Immediately upon entering the lot, I started hearing sirens and seeing colorful whirling lights of emergency vehicles of every kind, which paused mere inches directly in front of the turnoff spot I utilized to enter the high school parking lot. I had NO IDEA there was a wreck at almost the exact spot of the main road that I had exited. That's how bad the fog was; I couldn't even see a crash mere inches ahead of me.

I'm thinking to myself: What if I'd chosen to not turn around just then, and to keep driving in that right lane? Would I have hit that endangered person in that car?

Maybe I wouldn't have contributed to that accident, but some voice is whispering to me now, telling me that God is looking out for me. It's occurrences like this morning's incident that testify to me that there is a God.

All around, there have been way too many accounts of these "guardian angels watching over us" tales for there to not be a God to send those guardian angels. Way too many in my life, in particular, for there to not be a caring, fatherly Supreme Being.

Likewise, there have been way too many "miraculous" events and profound acts of kindness and forgiveness that have brought joy to countless numbers of people for there to not be a God to be the source of all miracles and goodness.

Two nights ago I dreamed that dozens of my friends and I journeyed to the moon in a spaceship. I sat between Shaina R and Karina J on the trip (two girls whom I LOVE and who make me laugh so happily hard all the time in real life!). After departure, it took us only an hour to arrive at our destination. When we stepped out of the spaceship and onto the moon's surface, we needed no space suits or helmets; the casual Earthling attire sufficed, and we breathed as we normally would at home. While standing on the moon, we could see that the stars were much huger-looking than normal, and that they truly were pentagraminous (my new made-up word of the day).

Reflecting upon this dream has caused me to reflect upon how truly strategically our planet Earth is positioned in the solar system. HOW can Earth's position be simply happenstance or coincidental? It can't be. I declare that it's strategic. Strategy implies that someone implements strategy. That someone is God. He created the world then assigned it to be "third rock from the sun," a placement that allowed the world's mortal inhabitants to inhabit without automatically freezing or burning to death upon birth. Sure, Siberia, Alaska, Australia, Las Vegas, and the equator countries can all be sometimes uncomfortable to reside in climate-wise, but they're still survivable. The fact that mankind can survive and, in fact, have joy in almost all earthly geographical locations is absolutely a testament that a Supreme Being (God) strategically made it that way.

Which brings me to one last piece of evidence that denotes that there is a God (and when I say "one last piece of evidence," I mean it's the last piece that I'll write about for the time being; goodness knows it's not the "one last piece of evidence" that I can think of, for there are MANY! Like perfectly hexagonal snowflakes...). 

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I GIVE YOU.........THE PARAKEET.

When I was a tiny, tiny little toddleresque girl, my family had a bright green, beautiful pet parakeet. He lived till I was 16 years old or so, and he was with us even before I was born. We called him "Noisy Bird" because he was a total chatterbox. He could say Pretty bird!, I love you!, and Where's Richard?

He had conversations with himself in the English language, though sometimes we Homo sapiens couldn't decipher the exact words, but it was definitely English.

He could make kissy noises. And, most impressively, he could whistle the "Andy Griffith" theme song in its entirety. SUCH a great and sweet bird! Oh how we loved him, and oh how we miss him, even till this very day.

Tell me, how could the magnificent Noisy Bird, whose breed is so intricately and exquisitely crafted to be able to sing and speak human languages, be a result of a mere "chance/big bang" explosion? And it's not just the parakeet, but millions upon millions of other taxonomical species that, if pondered about, are recognized as organisms of amazing properties. The way all natural creations cooperate as ecosystems is astounding and miraculous, I do say. There just *has* to be someone ultimately responsible for all this awesomeness.

I do believe in science (jajaja, makes me remember that I love "Nacho Libre"); I believe that organisms and elements all coexist and collectively form areas of study that people SHOULD study! Of COURSE we're supposed to study about the world we live in, as long as it's for the benefit of mankind. I believe that such wholesome studies can do God a great honor. By showing our sincere interest in His creations, we show a form of gratitude to Him.

My parting words for today: Guess what? YOU, my friend, are an intricately and exquisitely crafted creation of God. You are a child of a Heavenly Father, who is God, and you were created in His image. He loves you dearly, wants you to have joy, wants you to enjoy and take care of the world that He's blessed you with the opportunity to inhabit, wants you to take care of His other children that inhabit alongside you, and wants you to keep in touch with Him as you sojourn.