Just like the billboard description in the article above, there's a huge difference between a macroscopic object and a microscopic one. For starters, the latter is affected by far more number of fundamental forces, than the latter.
When you take two baseball-sized objects, the forces beween them would be negligible. When you take two atoms, you will have to take into account electic, perfect-elastic, nuclear, etc. forces between them. The entire game-plan changes in the microscopic world.
To that, add the billions of years, trillions of interactions each day of each year, additive, gradual processes, polymers like proteins that fold, and allow additions to their branches, etc., the entire situation differs from a "wind eroding a rock into a calculator" scenario.
Just because one can't comprehend these processes and to give up and declare that a god entity, or several such entities must have been involved in the design, gives a hint that the person might really have not been an atheist, in the first place.
Only deep, personal, divine intervention can ever convert a real atheist.
Oh, I agree completely. You'll note that I was talking about my intellectual path back to belief. I didn't make the final leap of faith based on reasoning, however -- it took a sort of "personal encounter" to accomplish that. No, I didn't have a vision of Jesus or anything so dramatic; I would have been unaffected by that (because I'd have assumed I was going nuts!). Apparitions are for pure people anyway, people like St. Juan Diego -- folks with the clear sight and open heart of a child. I'll never be mistaken for a saint, and I'm much too hardhearted and myopic to be worthy of seeing our Lord. However, I did have a kind of Damascus Road experience; the scales fell from my eyes later as a result.
I don't want to dramatize it; the closest I can come to describing it is that one day when I was driving home from the post office in Sherman Oaks, California, I became acutely aware that I missed Jesus, in the same heartsick way you miss your parents when you're a homesick little kid. I didn't miss the Jesus I'd been brought up with as a Pentecostal, who was kind of mean and scary, but I "missed" the Friend that I'd always known in the bottom of my heart, the One who'd been there with me through my tormented and pain-filled childhood. At that moment, I knew I had to go back to being a Christian, and made the leap of faith. That's really all there was to it.
That was eleven years ago, and despite the fact that I'm his most disobedient servant, I love Jesus more now than ever. I'm glad He came back for me.