By: Charles G. Laws

The earliest recollection I have of my life was when I was six or seven years old. I loved playing outside with bushes, flowers, and nature around me, a trait that has followed me throughout my life. I enjoyed nature and did much thinking upon how did things come to be as they were. I knew that it was not by chance and observed that nature followed cycles; cycles of beginning, cycles of growth and cycles of death. I looked into the skies many times and observed the patterns there: the moon went through its phases as it revolved around the earth, held there in its position by some unknown force. The sun rose in the East and set in the West daily. The hours of daylight changed from long days of sunshine to very short days of sunshine and the moon varied accordingly. I looked into the night skies and saw the stars, each one following its pattern with regularity. All of this beauty and regularity could not be by chance, so I arrived at a premise that all the patterns and regularity were controlled; there had to be a God, an all-powerful being, who created all of this beauty and controlled the perfect timing of it all. Now I knew of this God but did not know Him. Could a human, just a little boy or anyone for that matter, come to know this being who created the universe and controlled it?