Somewhere out there, there
's a young Augustine with pear - stained hands, a young John Newton with receipts for what he paid to own human
beings, a young C. S. Lewis arguing against the existence
of God, a young Chuck Colson with metaphorical
tire - tracks over his metaphorical
grandmother in service to some politician, a young fifteen - year - old whose name we'll never know wondering if he
's lost in the cosmos.