I first read the wonderful Book of Genesis fifty years ago, as a small boy.  My mother had given me a Bible, and not knowing any better, I began to read at page 1.  The great themes of the Creation, the Fall, the Deluge, and the Dispersion, along with the absorbing stories of Abraham and the other patriarchs, all made a deep impression on a little boy's mind.

I had been taught from earliest days that the Bible is God's Word and it never occurred to me in those childhood days to doubt any of these stories.  Years later, however, the evolutionary teachings in college (Rice University), combined with years of lukewarm teaching in church and Sunday school during junior and high school years, left me with many questions.  Consequently, I became what would now be called a theistic evolutionist.  The great Creation and Flood stories could hardly be taken literally and more, and the tales of the patriarchs had many legendary embellishments over their hidden core of facts.  I practically stopped reading the Bible all together during those college years, though I was still fairly regular in church attendance.

I had trusted in Jesus Christ for salvation as a very small boy, even before starting to school, and He would never allow one of His little ones to perish.  (John 10:27-30; Matthew 18:10-14).  After graduating from college, a combination of influences -- starting to attend an evangelical church, joining the Gideons, hearing the World War II edition of Irwin Moon's Sermons from Science, and, most of all, starting to read the Bible again -- eventually led me back to confidence in the full truth of God's Word.