In the summer of 1969, I was 18 years old, and absolutely enthralled with the concept that we, as a species, were actually going to land on the moon.
At that time, my family and I were vacationing at a rented cottage on a lake in the middle of the bush, and, through the noise and static of our weak television signal, we sat huddled and watched with fascination as the event unfolded.
Since then, and to this day, the question of our place in the cosmos has always been with me. Some think we are alone, and view with ridicule the concept that there may be other civilizations out there. I think there must be more than just ourselves, since our own sun is but one of billions of stars in the observable universe.
We are only beginning to reach out, and things more strange than even the wildest science fiction will one day be revealed. I’ll not be alive when this happens, but I hope to last long enough to see us explore Mars.
Religion and Science, ever at odds with each other, are, perhaps unwittingly, travelling divergent paths that will intersect when we find that there is, indeed, a Creator. There has to be. Look at the wonder around us.
My soul aches to know this Answer. I have been comforted in some of life’s worst moments by an encompassing spirit not of my own kin. That is why I believe there’s a force that guides us and wants us to be the best we can be.