My parents believe in God. They believe that a man created the entire universe, all the billions and billions of galaxies that exist in space.
The other night we were sitting outside in our backyard around the bonfire. Me, being me, I was looking up at the moon.
The moon was so pretty... shining so bright and glowing up in the sky. I told them that some day I wanted to go to the moon. Even though that I more than likely never would.
Then they stared telling me everything that was wrong with science, how we never even made it to the moon.
I am a science buff. I love science. I want to be in forensics and study biology later in life. I don't believe in God... not one bit.
My step dad began to tell me that we've never actually been to the moon. Simply because we've never been to the moon since Neal Armstrong. He says since we have so much technology then why haven't we gone again?
I asked him why hasn't God come back to Earth. Why isn't God here right now? We've evolved so much and we're only going to evolve more. We as in society.
He said that 'God' was just waiting for the right time. I told him that we were waiting for the right moment too...