Stuff in the Sky (Kid Stuff)


On October 4, 1957, the Soviet Union launched mankind's first artificial satellite into low earth orbit.  Named Sputnik (meaning traveller), the shiny metal sphere was a modest 23 inches in diameter with four external radio antennas which broadcast radio pulses.  For 93 days the spacecraft circled the globe and achieved 1,440 orbits of the earth.  Then on January 4, 1958, the satellite reentered earth's atmosphere and incinerated.  

My childhood mind was oblivious to all of that but I've come to learn that while Sputnik was small in stature and brief in lifespan, it had a huge impact on our society.  In the course of it's fleeting existence radio and television stations broadcast news reports about this first-ever device.  Newspapers and magazines published articles and illustrations of Sputnik.  Amateur radio operators listened intently for the radio signals emanating from the out-of-this-world contraption and soon the term Space Race was coined.  In point of fact, the United States was not to be outdone and the quest for national bragging rights ushered in an era of unimaginable innovation.

All the fuss even touched my little family.  One evening during supper, Dad said that the family should go out after dinner and see something never-before-seen up in the sky.  The exact origin of Dad's knowledge is forever lost and the word satellite completely bamboozled my 5 year old mind and .... what are we looking for?  But none of that mattered.  The word Sputnik made me laugh and if Dad was going to go out into the wintry cold nightfall, it had to be a pretty good adventure.

Darkness arrives early on the Salish Sea as the days wane in the latter part of the calendar year and it was soon after we had gotten up from the table when Dad looked at his watch and announced "It should be going over pretty soon now." 

I was out the back door before his words fell silent and Mom was not far behind, although I imagine that her demeanor was a bit calmer than mine.  Now, our back deck was open air with a railing directly out and on this night the air was crisp and clear.  Stopping just short of the rail I made sure that Mom was along side and then looked straight up.  No more that five seconds past and there it was, just as Dad had promised.  Then it was gone.

I immediately turned for confirmation, "Did you see it Mom?"

Mom was still looking up and out but verified, "Yes....but I don't think that was it.  I'm not sure what that was."

The brief exchange left me confused for a moment but now Dad had arrived on the scene and there was no time for chit chat.  He shepherded us further out into the yard where there was a wider field of vision and soon we were all staring into the heavens.  Before long Dad pointed out a small, starlike light moving steadily past the other stars.

"There it is!"

I'm left with the sense that Mom and Dad were intrigued if not impressed but I must confess to a large portion of disappointment.  My earlier encounter with flying objects had been far more memorable. 

Some odd 66 years have past since Sputnik caused such a furor.  The stars still hold wonder, as does the science that Sputnik spawned.  Indeed, it is now difficult to gaze into heaven's vault for any length of time and not see a manmade satellite crossing in front of the infinite.  Each observance rekindles the memory of those few seconds on the back deck.  For whatever reason, Mother and I never talked about what we had or hadn't seen but it's probably not too hard to deduce the why and the wherefore of our silence - her wisdom then exceeds mine now.

Yes, my minds eye is very clear regarding the spectacle that unfolded just outside our back door that night.  The images seem to be imprinted on my memory.  In addition, what follows has been aided by the magic of Google Earth which has filled in some parameters that were beyond my understanding at the time.

Going through the back door found me looking directly east with an unobstructed view to the horizon, about 1.5 miles in the distance.  Our house sat on a small hill.  Below the skyline lay a nondescript valley filled with roof tops and random street lights in the foreground, a relatively small body of water at the bottom of the depression, and more houses sporadically spaced on the opposing terrain rising to the rim.  The deck itself was about 8 feet across and as I said earlier, the view at the rail was open to the sky above.  However, the field of vision looking up and back towards the west was blocked by the roof of the house.  From my position near the rail there stood a fir tree about 35 feet away and 40 degrees to my right which did obstruct my view to the southeast horizon.  Experience tells me that the tree was 70 to 90 feet tall. 

Mom was standing at my right hand when I looked straight up.  I was able to see stars and then within just a few seconds a solid, bright, fluorescent orange disc came directly over head from the west.  I say disc but in fact the visualization revises that description to perfectly round without depth, i.e. a flat surface.  The object covered the sky comparably to that of a golf ball being held at arms length and the disc moved with at least the speed of a fighter jet but it made no noise.  Very fast but by no means a blur.  The path of my UFO swept smoothly to the southeast but it's trajectory was decidedly eastward dominant.  Did it reach a point above the horizon line?  Doubtful, but it was definitely a good ways out when it disappeared behind the fir tree at a point about 3/4 of the way up from the ground.  The whole appearance lasted 2 or 3 seconds.  

Those images have sequenced in my mind hundreds of times over the years and after all this time my assessment has come to agree with my Mom's initial split-second judgement.  I'm not sure what it was either....but I will say that I've never seen anything remotely like it before or since.  I suspect that some people will suggest that it was a plane, helicopter, spotlight, frisbee, or weather balloon while others might theorize a meteor, dry lightning, reflection, cloud, gas vapor, or optical illusion.  There are those who will call out a secret military device and I fear that a few may offer delusion, substance abuse, desire for notoriety, and/or scheme to inflate a bank account as the root of the sighting.

To all of those suspicions, with all due respect, I simply say "no".  I cannot conceive of any evidence that would convince me that my UFO was in reality any of those conjectures.  Which leaves us with the proverbial elephant in the room.  Was it an alien, extraterrestrial craft?   We'll get back to that one.  

On December 25, 2021, a joint effort between the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA), the European Space Agency (ESA), and the Canadian Space Agency (CSA) launched the James Webb Space Telescope into orbit around the sun.  The orbit is located at something called the second Lagrange point (L2) - a point in space where the gravitational pulls of the earth and sun cancel each other out, thus allowing the James Webb to stay in orbit without using any fuel.  The primary mirror on the spacecraft is 21.5 feet in diameter.  The mirror collects light from objects in space and reflects that light to various devices onboard, two of which collect data in the infrared spectrum which is invisible to the human eye.  Infrared because that allows the instruments to "see" objects that are obscured by dust and gas.  The data is then radioed to the Space Telescope Science Institute (STScI) in Baltimore, Maryland where it is imaged into photos visible to the human eye.  A few examples of their handiwork is in order: 

Pillars of Creation

Inner Orion Nebula

"Cosmic Cliffs" in Carina

To my eye, God didn't limit Himself to beautiful concepts here on earth when he created the universe.  Nor did He confine Himself to our five senses.  In like manner, the variety of creatures that He created on our planet is truly extraordinary and I would be shocked to find that He had limited His artistry of life to our world alone.  

Back to that pachyderm.  Yes, all those many years ago I saw it and the experience of it has proven to be a once in a lifetime happenstance.  And yes, my all too human knowledge tells me that it may have been an alien spacecraft or some part thereof.  But then again, I've come to appreciate that there are things beyond my senses and therefore, my knowledge and understanding as well.  Which is to say that there may well be explanations for it apart from alien spacecraft.  Causes beyond imagination. 

We've all gazed at the stars, in wonder and in awe.  In our time, science has brought us to a point where we can peer deeper into the firmament than previous generations had dared to dream.  Yet, age old questions remain unanswered.  Further, it could be argued that each discovery brings along a new set of unknowns and associated mysteries.  Perhaps enigmas play more important roles in our individual journeys than most of us realize.  With the sky, and all that's up there, mere stepping stones on our pathway.


Hebrews 11:3 - By faith we understand that the worlds were framed
by the word of God, so that the things which are seen
were not made of things which are visible.

The Pursuit of Happiness (Kid Stuff)

Life and liberty fall into ranks without hesitation but the pursuit of happiness always presents a moments stumble before mustering at the end of line.  These three unalienable rights as itemized in the second paragraph of the Declaration of Independence often seem like the perfect couple out on a date with the oblivious third wheel tagging along.  Indeed, life and liberty are weighty, consequential, and readily fall into the self evident category....but the pursuit of happiness by contrast comes across as almost flippant.  It may be that the incongruity lies in the fact that life and liberty are states of being while the pursuit of happiness is a goal.  An intention difficult to achieve.  The resultant state of mind ever harder to maintain.  Nonetheless, the wisdom of our Founding Fathers has been proved trustworthy as the pursuit of happiness has been embraced with perhaps greater passion than its elder siblings.  

Have you been to a park lately?  On any given day the pursuit of happiness is on full display in a kaleidoscope of activities. 

Running... Walking... Yoga... Kite flying... Swimming... Kayaking... Football... Fishing... Sunbathing... Chess... Camping... Skate boarding... Bird watching... Geocaching... Beach combing... Catch... Paddle boarding... Skiing... Automobile primping... Barbecuing... Tree climbing... Photography... Guitar playing... Star gazing... Body building... Karate... Rock hounding... Writing... Plein-air painting... Whittling... Rollerblading .......

Oh, my personal favorite - treasure hunting.

The list goes on but in retrospect I may be confused.  Mercy, I hear your gasps.  Have I attributed these enterprises to the pursuit of happiness when in fact the participants were merely having fun?  Words are important.  More-so with each passing day.  Now, fun is the short lived enjoyment, amusement, or lighthearted pleasure triggered by external events and resulting in laughter and/or excitement.  On the other hand, happiness is a longer lasting feeling of well-being and contentment generated by an internal state of mind which gives rise to a sense of contentment and satisfaction.  Indeed, the specific meanings of these words can vary for each individual person and so it is that some might describe their day in the park as a "fun time" while others might say "the day's events made me happy".  Regardless, to the degree that "fun" is a building block of "happiness", I suppose that my initial assumption was correct.

Of course, the pursuit of happiness is not limited to leisure time activities.  We all pursue happiness within the realms of relationships, work, health, spirituality, creativity, and charity to name but a few. 

You've heard it said that some people live to eat while others eat to live.  Without doubt, my youth found me in the latter camp.  The family dinner hour was quite often an inconvenience which regularly interrupted the neighborhood ball game.  However, age has brought with it a heightened awareness of food.  It is easy to attribute this consciousness to the fact that food, almost any food, tastes better now than it did at any time in the past.  Yes, I've said before that my taste buds are the one part of me which are improving with the passing of years.  But then again, pain really hurts as well.  The two realities combine to form a hope that the nervous system as a whole is getting stronger but a lingering suspicion argues that to be wishful thinking. 

All that to say that mealtime has become the high point for me personally as I chase after happiness.  Not simply because the food tastes good but in the deeper relationships formed in the shared preparation and participation.  The elevated awareness that eating healthy can not only be satisfying but actually allow this old body to feel good the next day.  Dare I say that the quality, quantity, and variety of the our everyday diet has never been better.  However, those words stick with the realization that not all share our abundance.

Further, a conscious appreciation has developed for the "mechanism" that has placed each morsel on my plate.  Much of what we consume has traveled across the globe.  Any number of individuals have performed their "cog in the wheel" operation in the farm to factory to ship to market to table machinery.  One item on the supermarket shelf in and of itself is amazing.  Multiply by the thousands and soon the mind is boggled.  The economist Keynes might argue that the distribution of labor is determined by the interaction of supply and demand within the labor markets and Krugman has his say on the distribution of capital.  Trust me - this skin-of-his-teeth Business and Economics major is far from qualified to argue with any of that.  Nonetheless, the countless souls who have, and continue, to contribute to my quest for happiness is truly humbling -  especially in light of the fact that the best of my hunter/gatherer days are long gone. 

Yes, I see God's hand in all of it.  From the seed sprouting roots to the backs aching through harvest and on to the vast logistics of the markets, yes, a transcendent power is on display.  And that brings us to joy.  Joy is the lifelong presence of happiness and satisfaction from which emanates a deep consciousness of peace, gratitude, and love.  Some would say that joy is God given - me among them.

So let me leave you with a simple mealtime prayer that my Mother modeled before I could walk.

God is great
God is good
In Jesus name
Bless this food
Amen

Simplicity speaking to, and of, the profound with happiness terminating in joy.


We hold these truths to be self-evident,
that all men are created equal,
that they are endowed by their Creator
with certain unalienable Rights,
that among these are Life, Liberty, and
the pursuit of Happiness.

The Declaration of Independence                            
In Congress, July 4, 1776