Moonwalking to God

This post is not about Michael Jackson.

It’s about God and the exploration of space.

Monday marked the 40th anniversary of the Apollo 11 mission that landed man, for the first time, on the moon. There were a lot of stories written about this—here’s a nice piece from Stephen Hawking and his daughter, Lucy—and, coincidentally, I’ve spent the week talking with UCLA alumni who have flow into space.

But for a story off the beaten path, check out this piece for Christianity Today Her.meneutics blog:

I look up at the moon at night and it seems almost impossible to me that people have walked its far-off surface. (Of course, there are those who still say it never happened, that the whole moon landing was staged, a hoax.) I get chills listening to Armstrong’s recorded voice, some 238,855 miles away, actually experiencing what countless generations had only dreamed about. I can’t imagine looking at our planet from the vantage point of space.

But as for reasons to explore? I don’t know. My high school biology teacher used to say that the more we know about our world, whether we’re sending rockets into space or parsing the atom, the more we know about our Creator. And if “the heavens declare the glory of God,” how much more so the galaxies, stars, and the “vast expanse of interstellar space,” as it says in the Book of Common Prayer? I love seeing, and learning about, these traces of glorious fingerprints all over our world.

You can read the rest of “Of God and Galaxies” here. A comedic treat is after the jump: