May we all come a bit closer every day to looking at everyone through the eyes of eternity.
With Love,
Russ
| We are another breed here at Cape Kennedy – not everyone, but certainly the men who have finally gone up, and the handful most closely involved with them. We’re trained to be cast closer to heaven and its planets. And when you leave the earth for orbit in space, as I have three times, you can see how small our little mudball of a world is in true godly perspective. When a one-and-a-half-million-pound thrust puts you up there, alone in the Mercury capsule, or with one other in the Gemini capsule, and you swing around the earth for several days, you come to have some spiritual knowledge of what the Maker meant when he packed our patty-cake together, and populated it with living beings, and gave this mudball a semblance of order and its men a modicum of intelligence. Believe me, Mr. President, you lose all petty poisons that corrupt… |
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Thanks for reblogging this, Russ. I am inspired by it – and your prayer is a very appropriate response.
Thank you, Jan!
Russ