How could there not be a God?

When I see pictures like this, and my breath is stolen for a moment, I am in awe of our Creator, who merely spoke the word, and things such as mountains and canyons were made from something formless and void. Some may argue that the river carves canyons, eroding away the rock and soil. But who tells the river where to go? How do the great plates of the earth move and collide to make mountains? What is gravity but the manifest power of God? What are ocean currents but God's will in action? Who could stay His hand?

If you've never been to the Grand Canyon, you are deprived and should jump at any opportunity that would afford you that dreadfully awesome experience. I suggest you stand near the edge, and you will feel your soul swell slightly.