My parents run a small farm in the mountains. A while ago I was given the chance to take over the night watch for a cow who was just about to give birth. It was my job to stay by the cow in the stall and to call my parents as soon as I could see the calf. The time was finally at hand at 2 in the morning when I saw a hoof of the little calf\u2019s . I called my parents, and they rushed to come and help me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was a moving moment when the calf left its mother\u2019s womb and began to breathe. New life emerged. I experienced it as a holy and godly moment in time. I realized that there had to be someone who created life. Someone who had breathed the breath of life into us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nThen the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being.\u2002<\/em><\/em><\/em><\/em><\/em><\/p>\nGenesis 2:7<\/em><\/em><\/em><\/em><\/em><\/cite><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n
Do you know the Inventor of life?<\/p>\n\n\n\n