The astronaut, Rusty Schweigert, went for a space walk, and while outside the capsule something went wrong with his communication device. For quite some time, Schweigert was suspended, literally, in time and space.

When he returned to the capsule, he was transformed.

He had spent his time in limbo staring at the little globe called earth.

He fell in love.

He said later that he felt the way a new mother must feel toward her child. He cherished this planet as a gift from God and vowed to spend the rest of his life working to care for it.

Something else the astronaut noted: There was no dividing line between the countries. Nothing separated Russia from Europe, the U. S. from Latin America. It was a vision of unity, of family, of communal blessing.

When he reported all of this to NASA, they sent him to a psychiatrist.

I suspect they would have done the same thing to Jesus.