The Highlight of My Life Is….
On occasion, every person has a time for reflection of where they are in life, what the highlights of their journey have been, what challenges have been overcome, and what goals are yet to be realized. In those moments, the individual finds it encouraging to focus on mountains we conquered rather than swamps where we bogged down.
Life is challenging on a good day. Each new day is an adventure that either takes us closer to goals we have set, or we flounder and make little advance. The good thing to remember always is that our judgement even of our successes is flawed. That is important lest we become puffed up with pride or depressed over perceived failure.
We see what we want to see most of the time. We measure our accomplishments too often by the success standards of the world rather than the “high calling of God” which is to faithful service. If we “gain the whole world, and lose our own soul”, it yields no profit. Seeking meaning in life without a vibrant faith in Jesus results in the painful awareness that we live in a spiritual desert of emptiness and meaninglessness.
Astronaut Charles Duke is one of only twelve men who have left footprints on the moon. He was the lunar module pilot for the Apollo 16 Mission in 1972, he became the tenth and youngest person to walk on the Moon. He now lives in New Braunfels, Texas. He wasn’t a Christian when he walked on the moon.
Here’s his story: “After walking on the moon, I was bored. Fame, fortune, a spot in the history books: I had it all. But if you had been a fly on the wall in my home, you would have seen that I wasn’t so hot. I was failing miserably as a husband and father. Though I had gone to church all my life, I had all of God I needed in that one hour every Sunday morning. Even the moon had not been a spiritual experience. I wasn’t looking for God. I only knew Jesus the way you know the U.S. Presidents—in name only. My business succeeded, and the money rolled in, but I was bored again.
But Dottie wasn’t. She had changed. Her depression had lifted, and she demonstrated a new, believing faith. She turned to God—not me—for answers to her problems.
One night I attended a Bible Study with her that focused on one penetrating question, ‘Who was Jesus?’ All my life I had said the words, ‘Son of God,’ but had never trusted Him. That night I came face-to-face with the opportunity to follow Him. I prayed with Dottie in the front seat of our car and gave my life over to Christ. I didn’t see angels. I didn’t hear music. No blinding lights. But I knew what I knew. It was real. The next day I awoke with an insatiable desire to read the Bible. It cost the government $400 million for me to walk three days on the moon—and it’s over. But to walk with Jesus is free and it lasts forever!” (Copied).