In the December 2000 issue of the Journal, one of the editors wrote about a time when, as a little girl, she had a bad fall and was knocked unconscious. As her parents, her aunt and uncle, and a family friend prayed for her, she came to. She said that at that moment she knew with conviction that she was the child of God, not a child of her parents.
That editorial reminded me of a snapshot moment from my high-school years. One day as I sat in my room, the question popped into my head, "Where did you come from?" I thought, "Well, from my parents, of course."
But then, the next question was, "And where did they come from?"
