Some heavy thinking masked as jovial levity

One of my colleagues is a very spiritual person. Actually, several of them are, but this one in particular is very educated, very spiritual, very Christian (in the true sense of the meaning), and has a level of faith that I'm not accustomed to seeing. I have a tremendous amount of respect for him, even though we don't agree on a number of issues. We inadvertently began talking about the existence of God the other day (I know, I know: how incredibly inappropriate to discuss at work!), and something he said made me think for a second. He said that the world was very obviously purposefully and deliberately created by a higher power, or something to that effect.

I knew there was a flaw in that statement, but of course I couldn't come up with it at the time. So in true George Kastanza form, I'll give my very late come-back now:

One of my favorite Douglas Adams quotations, from Richard Dawkin's "Lament for Douglas" goes something like this:

. . . imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, 'This is an interesting world I find myself in - 'fits me rather neatly, doesn't it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!' This is such a powerful idea that as the sun rises in the sky and the air heats up and as, gradually, the puddle gets smaller and smaller, it's still frantically hanging on to the notion that everything's going to be alright, because this world was meant to have him in it, was built to have him in it; so the moment he disappears catches him rather by surprise.