I was probably 5 years old.
Playing on the neighbor’s patio I noticed the name “Roxanne” etched into the concrete.
“How did your name get there,” I asked Roxanne.
“I wrote it there with a rock,” she told me.
So I picked up a rock and tried to write my name in the concrete.
It didn’t work.
I just made white scratches.
After a few more frustrating minutes, I went home.
“Roxanne lied to me,” I told my mother.
“She said she wrote her name in the concrete with a rock but it doesn’t work.”
Mom explained the problem.
“The concrete was wet when Roxanne wrote on it. Now it’s dry and hard.”
Ah…that makes sense.
Roxanne told the truth.
She DID write her name with a rock in the patio concrete.
She neglected to tell me the concrete was wet at the time.
But to be fair…I didn’t ASK.
At age 5, I didn’t even know cement was ever ‘wet’.
I’m not 5 years old anymore.
There are still mysterious things all around me.
Lots of stuff I can’t explain.
Wisdom says God created the universe.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t duplicate the process.
So did God lie?
Has He deceived me?
Or am I still a naive 5-year old scratching dry cement with a rock?
Science slowly reveals truths about God’s patio.
His name is written everywhere…
…even though we don’t know exactly how He did it.