Gobsmacked - An Episode of Everyday Apologetics

             

   “Are you aware that everything you have on matches?” This from the clerk behind the bookstore counter.

                Little did she know that she was touching a match to the fuse of a theological epiphany.

                “Believe me, if anything I’m wearing matches anything else, it is not intentional on my part,” I responded. “Perhaps I’m channeling my mother.”

                Mom is - and has always been - well put-together. Me, not so much. My attire is usually a study in entropy.

                On Fridays, we are allowed to wear jeans to the office. The inclusion of blue jeans to my ensemble was the only planned element of my attire. The purse I currently carry is bright blue. (I bought it because blue is my favorite color, and carry it all the time, regardless of what else I’m wearing because… well… blue.) My morning routine on Fridays – in my pre-coffee state of semi-consciousness – is  to grab the first shirt I can lay my hands on. The one I was wearing was acquired at the last IT conference I had attended, and happened to be lime green, with (you guessed it) blue lettering. Which of course matched my purse. My sneakers had LIME GREEN SHOE LACES. What were the odds?

                There is an argument in favor of creationism that goes something like this. If you were in the middle of a desert, and found a watch, what would you think? That it had spontaneously appeared there as a natural phenomenon? No – you would recognize it as the design of an intelligent mind. If the universe is a parallel to the watch, one is inclined to believe that there is also a superior intellect behind its design.

                Gobsmacked in the middle of Barnes and Noble, and confronted with the miracle that my attire actually matched, I had to admit that yes, this is incontrovertible proof, no matter what your religious background.

Kathy’s clothes match today. There is a God.