Man stands firm and confident and rubs his hands together. He believes and dreams and wishes. But with all his plans, nothing happens. He beats his forehead with his clenched fist and feels silly and stupid and upset with his failure. Man shouts, “God, if there is a God, what can you do?”
God snaps his fingers, and Earth appears. His hand rises and with it rise the Magnolia and the Palm, the daisy and the tulip, Mt. Everest and the Rockies. His dancing fingers form Orion and the moons of Jupiter. Science is born.
Man shrugs his shoulders and rolls his eyes. Man is not impressed and seeks more, “God, I am lonely and God I want more, if there is even a God at all.”
God breaths into the dust and the Earth is filled. Filled with lonely people seeking companionship. Filled with colors and races and languages. Filled with doggies eager to play. Filled with enough to consume every day. God spreads his arms offering his gift and smiles.
Man turns his back, refusing to delight in the offering. He sits in the dust and throws a fit. Unable to create from nothing. Unable to know and understand it all. Unable to love perfectly. Man stands up and declares, “God? There is no God at all.”