What is in the heart of a little boy who has no father? No father to run to and say, "I hurt myself today" or "I had a fight today, but I won" or "Will you play soccer with me today?" And then, after getting a step-father, having the mother say, "Never disturb him, he is too busy."

This had a powerful effect on one little boy, me.

I made my own decisions - good or bad. I tried to hide my desires and, at the same time, tried to accomplish them. I was rebellious. I was on the wrong track. I became very private. The power of my will became a powerful force in me. My career was typified by dominating others. The result was increased leadership and professional success. Even my decision to marry my wife was made very fast.  No time to waste. I needed to move on for a high standing in society. And finally I did it. I reached the highest position in a company of 3000 workers.

My step-father was finally proud of me. I was the boss.  But my time with my growing family was less and less. I had no time for them. My children missed their father, just as I had missed mine. Does history repeat itself?

One day my factory gate-guard called me on the intercom with shocking news. My two children were there crying with great fear. As I went down and held them both, they told me between sobs of their fear. They had read a book that clearly said that their sins were keeping them from God. They knew they were going to hell.

Well, the first thing I did was to find that children's book and throw it out. I told them they were too young to have done anything that bad. But then, even though I was sure of them, I started to think of myself and what I had done. What about my sin. I started to read the Bible for the answers, and even though I was by myself, I think someone else was there, my heavenly Father.  I found in John 1:12, "to all who receive Him, He gives the right to become children of God." A few weeks later, I received him as my Savior, my Lord and my heavenly Father (my perfect Father).

I found that some of my former competitors were God's children and therefore my brothers and sisters. I left my presidential position in the company, and I started to work, not for myself and my advancement, but for others. I started to work for my family, former employees, others who needed the Lord. My salary decreased, my friends declared me a fool, my step-father was confused, but my children received back their father.

I'm not a fatherless child. I'm not a competitor in the market for social standing. I am a loved child in God's Family and I love Him back.