Remembering Columbia

 February 1, 2008 will mark the fifth anniversary of the explosion of the space-craft Columbia over east Texas. Since I live in that part of Texas I will never forget it.

 The date was Saturday, February 1, 2003. I had just got out of bed and had been sitting at my computer for a couple of hours. All of a sudden the earth shook, since I thought it was a sonic boom it didn't frighten me. Several seconds later the earth shook again, this time more violently.

 This time I got up and went to wake up my parents. I didn't even have to do that because they were already up watching it on TV. My dad had stepped outside earlier and looked down the road thinking that it was the brick plant that had exploded.

 Over a period of several weeks, citizens reported pieces of Columbia in their driveways, yards, or on the road. My uncle's neighbor found a human torso in his driveway (Imagine the horror of seeing that!)

 My brother is a fireman and had to miss church several times to go investigate (and pick up) pieces of the Columbia.

 I just don't think exploring space is worth all of this. Maybe it is, maybe as our knowledge grew over the centuries God intended for us to explore His universe.