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"Do you really care to believe that man, in his personal collision with all things spiritual and divinely created — the natural world, the dirt upon which he stands, the fact that he is standing, his aching soul inside of him — do you really believe that he will simply dismiss the idea of a Grand Illustrator and come to the conclusion that we are all and everything is just a chance mess of atoms? I don't think so. I think in the most desperate parts of the soul, in the smallest corners of the heart, there is a cry. "Worship," it whispers. "Worship," it says. "Worship!" it screams with a guttural sound. I believe we were designed with intention to worship. Who or what you offer your praise and adoration to is the question you will live out. 
People will go their whole lives unfulfilled and unhappy because they refuse to acknowledge the presence of a someone or something who made the awe and wonder that surrounds them. They refuse God. 
You can worship anything. But wouldn't you want to extend your hands and bow the knee to the One who loves you so much He died for you? All of this around you, the molecular structures and constellations and the distant foreplay of the place where the sky meets the sea and it's impossible to tell blue from blue, He made all of that. And then He sacrificed Himself for you. If that's not enough reason to dwell in Him, I don't know what would be."