Wherever we turn in nature, we see the fingerprints of God. The book of Job points us to the architecture of the universe. Our little planet is perfectly orchestrated to support life. In the nautilus shell, the sunflower, the seahorse, we find the golden ratio. Can all this design, all this complexity, merely be a coincidence? When we find ourselves drawn irresistibly toward something beautiful, could it be because we are subconsciously recognising the fingerprints of God?
