Finding God in the Waves: How I Lost My Faith and Found It Again Through Science

by Mike McHargue

Be it Moses’ burning bush or Carl Sagan’s cosmos, both propel me to a posture of worship: an understanding that I did nothing to get here, on this planet at this time and with these people, and yet I get to enjoy it all. Every sunrise, every breakfast at the table with my kids, every skinned knee, and every kiss from my wife. Every song, poem, and, yes, every loved one I lose is a gift. To share the joys and sorrows of my friends, to see little ones born and old ones die, all tie me to an incredible cycle of unspeakable beauty that I am a part of, and the only possible word I have for it all is this one: God.