Here's a non-Christian story for you :)

I was half way around the world (on a diving drip on a boat) that put in to a small island for supplies. A few of us went on to the beach to chill.

The Sun was starting to set, I was sitting cross legged looking out to sea at the edge of the surf on beach of pristine white sand, not even a tide line. There were no stones or any objects on this beach. Pristine.

As I sat there I was filled with an immense calm and sense of peace, and I wished that I had some way of remembering that moment forever.

The very next second, and unusually large wave moves over me, coming up to my chest and slightly rocks me backwards, but not violently. When it receded I realise I am holding something in my right hand, which had been resting, palms up, on my knee.

In my hand was a small piece of smoothly worn blue and white coral, about 3cm across. Remember, this beach was pristine.

The odds of a piece of coral, small enough to fit in my palm and totally smooth, that could drop into my palm (a very small area when compared to the entire beach) is astronomically small.

When you couple that with it being delivered at a height of 1ft above the sand by a wave that was about a foot above any other wave I had felt before or after that point in time (I had been sitting there for about 1/2 hour) it makes it even less likely.

Then factor in that this all happened immediately after having the thought that I would like some way to remember such a special moment.

That piece of coral is my most treasured posession, and every time I hold it it calms my mind and reminds me immediately of that immense inner peace I found in that moment,mhalf way around the world.

Now try and convince me that wasn't a gift from God :)