OK, I'll risk getting all schmaltzy here, I can say that I was raised in a very non-Christian environment. Not bad, just godless. I always felt this "tug" that there was a God out there (Brian, I bet you've felt that tug once or twice). But you know what convinced me I was right? Watching my wife go through pregnancy. Feeling that kick of life from outside. Seeing and hearing that moment when the baby finally arrives. It is too magical for words and I cannot conceive of that magic being the result of blind chance.
