"Whether he is a sinner or not, I don't know. One thing I do know. I was blind but now I see!" (John 9:25).
Regardless of what we think we can prove or not prove for certain, these kinds of events take place, and they are just as real. Scientific cosmology is not disregarded by the church in this day and age. But, as Soul Biter suggests, for our particular circumstance to have come about by mere chance would boggle the human mind to the point of disbelief entirely (if we were some other species in some other universe trying to imagine such a scenario). The chances could not be measured (certainly more than the probability of pulling a royal flush or hitting the lottery

), and therefore it would not be believed....and yet here we are.
And speaking of coincidence vs. God-incidence, and maybe just because I have been so immersed in all this lately (perhaps to the expense of some other responsibilities), I have another quick story:
A couple years ago, I was helping in the food pantry at church, and delivered a package to an older woman I never met. As I was leaving her home, she said in a weak voice..."pray for me". I stopped, went back, and we chatted, and I asked if she wanted to come to church on Sunday, and she did, but needed a ride. And so we started to take her, and she met people, and she sang in the choir. She suffers from cancer of the esophagus, and must tube feed herself every day. She is all of about 90 pounds and very frail. Her family life is horrible, kids have nothing to do with her, husband was abusive. Wow! I was overwhelmed and over my head. But others pitched in, and she became a familiar face at church, until one day she stopped calling and returning messages (I think because my dad and I went into her house one day over a washing machine problem, she might have been embarrassed by her home's condition). After learning she was physically okay, we kind of stopped trying after awhile and it's been over a year and a half.
Well today, my wife and I go shopping at the Mall. Mind you now, I am constantly yacking to her about all this debate we've been having on this blog, and so my mind is deep into how I'm possibly going to counter something michaelm said, or how I am just not as smart as these guys (especially Z

). Now my wife says to me later that she had been thinking about Christina, especially because it was the holidays. We decide to duck into a particular store, and after about 1/2 hour, we go to the register....and there's Christina, trying to buy herself a $15 scarf (so she could look nice for the holidays, she told us later). She weeps and laughs when she sees us, the lady in line behind us is touched, the clerk is touched. She tells a little of her story to the clerk, and it's sad and beautiful. She apologizes for not getting back with us, but we say nothing of that, only that we miss her singing, and now she is coming this Sunday, and she wants to sing if she can, and we are picking her up. She says it was her first day out of her house in she didn't know how long. She beams, and we are glad, and yet apprehensive because her situation is still dire, she is still in just as much need if not more. And we are standing there, capable of doing something for her. Will we?
And so, how did this happen as it did? Isn't there something, someone, God, reaching out to us to help her, and at the same time reaching out to her to say "let people help you, because when they do they are helping me"? And what about the witnesses of that meeting? Perhaps they have a story to tell at the dinner table tonight. God chooses to work through his people, that's what pleases him most, and I can see why. When I left the store, I told my wife that I wish I had bought that scarf for her.
I don't know how to scientifically prove God's existence from that story, and I'm sure Mr. Dawkins would call it random or say it was bound to happen. All I know is that in the 35 years since I graduated high school and lived in my hometown area, I probably bumped into about five classmates!