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is My Day For His Utmost Highest “Houston, we’ve had a problem.” Two days into the Apollo 13 moon landing mission, and almost 200,000 miles from earth, a spacecraft oxygen tank exploded. Cabin air, water, and power supply were suddenly in danger. Mission Control had to overcome enormous challenges to get the crew home. Since that crisis in space, the expression “Houston, we have a problem” has taken on a life of its own. Usually we say it with a smile, but always with the echo of a life-threatening moment. Is heaven our Houston? The Apollo astronauts’ words come to mind
while thinking about this question: What if we see heaven as the mission
control whose instructions will get us safely home if we follow directions?
Here’s my reaction: If getting “home” safely depends
on our ability to do what we are told to do, then “Houston, we
really do have a problem.” The
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