King James published the evidence back in 1611. Actually God wrote the evidence down on some tablets back about 2000 BC.
Finally just look at your hand and tell me it wasn't designed. I suggest that if you deny that intelligence had anything to do with that design, you may one day have to answer to the designer. I know that if I created a masterpiece and someone said that I didn't make it or design it, but that it was just something that crawled out of the slime, I might get a little upset.
Ah, but the slime. That was a Masterpiece.
What do you have to say to people who say God was so incompetent at design that he threw the table over when his first people disobeyed him, or so intemperate that he destroyed all his toys when some of them didn't suit him?
I cannot imagine an infinitely powerful and wise being would be affected, let alone upset, about something so trivial. Just 1s and 0s in someones head.
Assertion is not evidence.
Finally just look at your hand and tell me it wasn't designed.
Stand in a Kansas cornfield and tell me the earth is round. Drop a lead ball and a feather and tell me that gravitational acceleration is independent of the falling object's mass. Shoot an electron at a barrier with two slits and tell me it can go through both of them simultaneously. Reality does not have to conform to your intuition.
The curious thing about organized religion is that it schismed into 189 Protestant sects, 12 or so Catholic sects, a 100 or so non-Christian sects---and each one claims to have "truth". And a thousand cults.
So, it is clear that there is no special reason to believe Biblical literalists; they contradict each other. One can meet the Flying Spaghetti Monster, the Queen of the Pixies, or the 'Grand Designer' in dreams and fantasies. Death ends these dreams, and fears of damnation end there, too.
I do think that the arm or hand is an amazing creation. It is an assortment of independent living cells, organized into systems of skin, muscle, fat, sinew, bone, blood, etc. All of these are so complex as to defy copying. The life in the cells of the flesh, and the flesh itself is so amazing, so unique, so manifestly complex to an order of infinity that is incomprehensible.
Let them make flesh. Anyone. Ever. And then put life it it.
Or let them put meaning into anything.
There is no real meaning outside of God....only localized or personalized efforts at putting together this or that "code that you can live by."
But, without God, one code is really no different than another. Mao's code or Adolf's code or Clinton's code or Darwin's code.....meaningless. They'll all blow up some day in some super nova and it will have made no difference whatsoever.
But, with God, of course, there is eternity.
"Come see the place where he lay. He is not here. He has Risen!"
"wow. have you ever looked at your hand? I mean have you really looked at your hand? Man It's like - wow!