Inside my head there are thoughts. The thoughts are shiny. Their orange shiny-ness shows through in my hair.
Surely this is the most conclusive proof that God exists.
Let us say rather that if we presupposed the existence of the Christian God, we would expect to find a world in which Starbucks offered free refills on their coffee ;o)
wouldn't you want to say something about the manifestation of the revelation of God encapsulated in the decision of Starbucks to offer free refills?