We followed the dialogue between the crew and Houston Control. But most of all we waited.
Shuttle landings had ceased in 2011, but it had been fifty-four years since the last deep space flight. 1972. And there was a lot that could go wrong. Four astronauts in a capsule about the size of two minivans, hurtling through space and then needing to time and negotiate their re-entry perfectly in order not to burn up. They relied on their training and their trust in engineers and the Houston Control center.
There would be six minutes of no communication as the capsule re-entered the atmosphere. When the six minutes commenced, we all held our breath. We had seen Apollo 13. Most of us had lived through it as well. When the communication was re-established, we cheered then waited again for all the parachutes to open. Phew. Another success.
The crew of the Artemis II mission was diverse. Two married, one a widower, one single. Male, female. Maryland, California, Michigan; Ontario, Canada. The four astronauts of the Artemis II mission were as different as they could be, but they had two things in common: They loved space and they were willing to risk their lives to follow their dreams and move space exploration forward.
The family of God should be just such a team. People from every walk of life, from every corner of the world, different in so many ways, but united in two: Our love of God and our willingness to risk our lives to further his love, purpose, and glory.
Just as the Artemis II crew clothed themselves in protective wear for their foray into the unknowns of space, so should each of us don our protective clothing for our battle with the spiritual elements of Satanic attack as delineated in Ephesians 6:10-17. Then let us venture forth with our love for and confidence in our God and reach new frontiers for Him.




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