The most recent of my daughter’s many career incarnations is an astronaut, courtesy of a thirty-second newscast of the most recent space shuttle launch that somehow made it onto our DVR. I would have erased it without a second thought if she hadn’t have been sitting next to me at the time. One minute the anchor was expounding upon the latest Hollywood scandal (at which point the volume was lowered), and the next there was the Atlantis, rocketing into the sky.
It was the first time my daughter had witnessed anything of the sort, and she had the look on her face to prove it—slack-jawed, eyes bulged, breath held. It was, she said, the most magnificent thing she’d ever seen…
I’m over at High Calling Blogs today, and I’ll invite you over there to read the rest of this story. I promise it’s a good one. We’re reminded daily of how much humanity screws up. The news is full of violence and corruption and heartbreak. But it’s worth reminding ourselves that we’re not all bad. Sometimes we do get it right.
