I used to be an atheist at the ripe age of 13, after my father died of a sudden cardiac arrest. I was angry. But then life continued, and all its wonders started to intrigue me back into questioning my assumptions. Then science came with greater and more marvelous discoveries of what has always been there from the beginning of creation. The more I got to know, the more convinced I became that there is Someone far beyond any man’s understanding Who put it all together for all of us to discover.
One astronaut said that there are no atheist astronauts. You presume you know more than they do?