If I did not see them, how do I know? Because as we hiked the park’s fifteen miles of trails over the next four days, we saw their tracks: the cloven hoof prints of many deer, the tiny handprints of other raccoons, the small padded paws of bobcats, and the deep, heavy prints of wild boars, along with places they had torn up the ground rooting and wallowing. There were not just a few of these tracks either. We saw far more animal tracks than people tracks on our daily hikes.
I bet you believe me now, don’t you? Yet God’s fingerprints are all over this world of ours and it seems that every year fewer people believe in Him. They might as well believe that animals don’t exist in the forest; it would make about as much sense.
But people have been behaving this way for thousands of years. I am reminded of Moses performing his signs before Pharaoh. The Egyptian ruler did not want to believe in Jehovah as the one true God. He had his many magicians replicate Moses’ signs with their tricks. Finally though, they reached a point where they could not do so.
“This,” they said to Pharaoh, “is the finger of God.”
Would that men would be so honest today.
For the invisible things of Him since the creation of the world are clearly seen, being perceived through the things that are made, even His everlasting power and divinity; that they may without excuse, because that knowing God, they glorified Him not as God, neither gave thanks, but became vain in their reasonings and their senseless heart was darkened. Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools, and changed the glory of the incorruptible God for the likeness of an image of corruptible man, and of birds, and four-footed beasts, and creeping things. Wherefore God gave them up…Rom 1:20-24.