Why There is No Proof of God

There were a series of a dozen or so surrounding my giving up my job and going to med. school (at the age of 43 :flushed: :slightly_smiling_face:) and then leaving and being handed a new job in a set of events with remarkable timing and placing that demonstrate Godā€™s sovereignty over time and space. Iā€™ve written up a couple in more readable form than my Co-instants Log entries.

Then thereā€™s the way I chased my wife-to-be around the country for several years, unbeknownst to and unplanned by either of us, from Philadelphia to Nebraska to Chicago, back to Philadelphia and then to Connecticut where we finally landed in the same place for an extended period of about eight months. My romantic saying: ā€œIt must have been God ā€“ I wouldnā€™t have thought of it. :slightly_smiling_face:ā€

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