I was young when I realized there is a God. I can remember praying some simple prayers at bedtime, and being amazed that my older sister could find so much to talk to God about. (Or maybe she just told me she was still praying so I wouldn’t keep talking to her.) We were rarely taken to Church but my Mom did lay the foundation of faith, for which I am grateful. All that to say, child-like faith came pretty easy to me. I didn’t need to be convinced there was a God—I just knew there was.

Now, as far as the details of Who that God was, I really had little background. In the 5th grade I was the singing angel in the Christmas play and got to declare the “good news of great joy,” but I honestly don’t think I had a grasp of what that was all about. I think it’s no coincidence that many friends entered my life that invited me to Church and helped me better understand this God that I believed in.

Emma is that kind of friend, and chapter 5 really shows it.

Tim is searching for answers, and he has some tough questions that will only be satisfied by the truth. He knows there must be more to life than bobbles, something worth living for, but some things still didn’t make sense. How could he know what’s true? And when would Tim be certain of what he needs to do? One thing he knew: who he could ask.

Tim already believed in a King—the evidence was clear—but like myself at 12, exactly Who that King is needed some clarification. Tim trusted Emma as a friend to answer his questions, but I am so glad that she didn’t go empty handed. She carried with her the Book that had the answers to Tim’s questions, and some he hadn’t even thought of yet!

Can I ask a question? Are you looking for answers? Are you looking in the right places?