Last week NASA made headlines once again. Instead of blasting humans into the lifeless vault of space or sending a robot that in ten years would send us some confusing pictures of E.T.’s backyard, we just decided to crash.
3-2-1 blast-off, crash down.
This was all according to plan, and not some malfunction or terrorist plot. We meant to crash straight into the moon. Apparently a crash of that magnitude would blow many tons of moon dust into the air thus revealing an inner layer of the infamous ball of cheese we have never seen.
Sleepy-eyed children and eccentric science goers arose early to peer through their dusty telescopes waiting to see the promised mushroom cloud of tax payer dollars erupt on the surface of that orbiting unknown. We watched live with anticipation through telescopic cameras recording from all sides this momentous event as the rocket got closer to its target the news stations were on hold waiting for the explosion; with anchors more than ready to mark this as one of the significant events they had the privilege of covering.
“It has almost landed, we are actually going to see history happen, just watch the screen and you will see-wait what’s that? There must be some sort of problem, we are getting reports from NASA that the rocket has already landed- play back the tape see if we missed it. I got nothing.”
Like Geraldo and Al Capone’s safe; all the hype and nothing worth watching.
What was expected to make an impact showed no signs of it at all.
I don’t want to be that rocket but I might be already. I am setting out to make an impact, to make a difference, to do something worth watching, but have I done it? Am I all hype?
After it is all said and done will anybody have seen anything?
NASA still holds that the mission was a complete success, and by all accounts my time in high school will be too. I will graduate in the top 10 percent of my class with a decent GPA and an impressive student involvement resume. I will have teachers who remember me when I come back for homecoming games and peers who expect me to be successful at the time of our reunion. It will just be a success. That’s it.
Not to say that these things aren’t all good, but is that it?
“All that money, all that planning, all that anticipation… and we didn’t even see the explosion?”
Anyone can have success, I want an impact. It has to be more. God use me to stir up the dust around us, and let them see Your explosion.
