Creation

About the Book

When I was about ten years old, I learned that I had been adopted. I learned that Mr. and Mrs. Rufus Pate, whom I had called Daddy and Mama, were not my real parents. They were just my adoptive parents. All my uncles, aunts and cousins weren’t my real kinfolks, I’d learned. And, at that time, I started wondering who I really was.

It’s a very hollow feeling not knowing who you are, where you came from, why you’re here, or who your real kinfolks are. It’s a hurting feeling, at times. It’s just like a thorn in your side. Sometimes it bothers you more than at other times, but it’s always there and you know it. Sometimes it aches considerably, but sometimes you hardly know it’s there. You just can’t forget that achy feeling. That feeling will never go away until the thorn is removed.

So it is with the hollow feeling of not knowing who you really are. That feeling won’t go away, either, until you fill it with knowledge. That hollow feeling will be with you constantly until you fill it with the true knowledge of who you really are. And that’s a fact. If you were adopted, too, you know exactly what I mean.

In 1987, I traced down my real mother. From the time I actually started searching for my biological mother until we met face-to-face, the actual search time took approximately eight hours. That’s all - about eight hours, just one day’s work. But in the next eight hours after we met, I learned who I really am, where I came from, why I’m here, and exactly who my real kinfolks are. I filled my hollow feeling in just eight hours, after carrying it with me continuously for over thirty years. Yes, in just eight hours, all my questions were answered and now I know who I really am. I have all those facts on paper. Those facts are from my real mother and my real birth certificate. They’re the truth. They’re the absolute truth.

As interesting as my life-story is, it is definitely not unique. No, it’s far from being that. Nearly every intelligent person on this planet would like the answers to those four questions: Who am I? Where did I come from? Why am I here? and, Who are my real kinfolks? Intelligent people have been seeking the answers to those four questions for hundreds of years. But, intelligent people have also sought those answers in all the wrong places for hundreds of years. And, that’s exactly why they don’t have the answers to those questions.

If you want to know precisely how a house is built, do you ask the plumber or the electrician? No! You ask the architect who designed it. If you want to know precisely how dinner was prepared at a restaurant, do you ask the waiter or the cashier? No! You ask the chef who planned and cooked it. If you want to know precisely how an airplane was built do you ask the pilot or a stewardess? No, you don’t! You ask the aeronautical engineer who designed it.

So it is with Man. If you want to know the origin of Man, how Man was created, you don’t ask a biologist, anthropologist, paleoanthropologist, or any other scientist. You don’t ask them for one simple reason – THEY DON’T KNOW! If you want to know how Man was created, you ask the One who designed and created Man. You ask the Creator Himself – Almighty God.

But you won’t understand the creation until you understand the Creator. And that’s exactly why biologists, anthropologists, paleoanthropologists, and other scientists can’t fully explain the creation of Man – they don’t know the Creator. They simply don’t know God. They’ve merely searched for their answers in all the wrong places.

The answers to the questions of creation have been written in a book that all of us have readily available. The answers to our questions of creation have been written in that book for hundreds of years. The answers to our questions are simply written in the Bible – God’s Word to us.

But, the scientists have tried to uncover the secrets of the creation of Man totally through their own knowledge. They have totally e

About the Author

Danny Pate is a 55 year-old Southern Christian gentleman who lives in Fitzgerald, Georgia. He is a deacon and former Sunday School teacher at Arbor Baptist Church. He possibly knows more about Almighty God than just maybe anyone else ever has before. Danny loves to share that knowledge with others.