My life [at least this temporal one] runs parallel to the space age of mankind. Just a few months before my birth, President John Kennedy laid down the gauntlet of flying to the moon and returning our astronauts in one piece. A year from my advent in this world, the Cuban Missile Crisis erupted. Kennedy and others diffused the missile crisis, but of course he did not live to see Apollo astronauts meet his deadline in 1969.
During my junior high years, I was excited to be able to travel to Florida. Besides visiting Aunt Sarann [best cool Aunt ever] and Uncle Kenny, a highlight for me was visiting Cape Canaveral. I will not forget the experience of standing next to the massive Vehicle Assembly Building and looking up. I nearly fell over backwards. As I recall, a dirigible of some kind was inside the VAB.
Suffice it to say that I grew up in an age of technological advancement. Dad’s Super 8 movies were really high tech for the period. We later had them converted to VHS. Now we need a DVD conversion.
We humans have made multiple trips to space and countless other discoveries and advancements, yet in our own cleverness we have made no advances in solving our sin problem. Precisely because we cannot.
Each of us lies trapped in a device of our own making, out of which we are completely and utterly unable to extricate ourselves. And of this plight, there remains only one recourse. Bizarre as it seems, we must cease our pitiful attempts at self-rescue.
By confessing our sin and placing our trust in the Creator of the world ( and Creator of us), we open the way for forgiveness, redemption, and restoration. Life as it was meant to be lived. Not a bed of roses, but roses above the thorns. And the moon thrown in for good measure.
Psalms 8:3 When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have ordained…