It's that time of year again, when the leaves begin to change color and fall from the trees. I've always loved the autumn season. It's the perfect weather, not too hot, but not freezing cold, and there's just something in the air. Maybe it's the football season, or maybe it's that Thanksgiving is shortly around the corner. Whatever it is, I really enjoy this season!
There's always something in every season that makes me stop and think, whether it's the intricacy of new leaves budding on tree branches, the crystallized architecture of a snow flake, or the vast array of painted leaves. It just doesn't seem like those things could just be an accident to me. To think that somehow, by mere coincidence, our planet ended up just the right distance away from the sun, and had just the right combination of gases and elements to sustain complex life forms, is unfathomable to me. That trees and mountains and birds and animals just somehow appeared.... I don't get it. Then you take into account the human race. An organism so complex that not only can we survive on carnal instincts, but we can reason and create, feel and comprehend.
There was a man by the name of Korihor in the Book of Mormon who traveled among the people, trying to convince them that a belief in God was a foolish thing. Alma, the prophet and the time, and Amulek, a great missionary, were spreading the word of God amongst the people, and ran into Korihor. Korihor tells them that unless he is shown a sign, that he felt there was no reason he should believe in God. Alma explains to him that "all things denote there is a God; yea, even the earth, and all things that are upon the face of it, yea, and its motion, yea, and also all the planets which move in their regular form do witness that there is a Supreme Creator."
I know that there is a God out there, and that He loves us. I've seen evidences of His love in my life, and in the lives of those around me.
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