Astronauts: Space Activists.

We Have To Earn Our Wings Every Day.

It's A Vast, Lonely, Forbidding Expanse Of Nothing Rather Like Clouds And Clouds Of Pumice Stone. And It Certainly Does Not Appear To Be A Very Inviting Place To Live Or Work.

The View Of The Earth From The Moon Fascinated Me -- A Small Disk, 240,000 Miles Away. . . . Raging Nationalistic Interests, Famines, Wars, Pestilence, Don't Show From That Distance.

Give Us, O God, The Vision Which Can See Your Love In The World In Spite Of Human Failure. Give Us The Faith To Trust Your Goodness In Spite Of Our Ignorance And Weakness. Give Us The Knowledge That We May Continue To Pray With Understanding Hearts. And Show Us What Each One Of Us Can Do To Set Forward The Coming Of The Day Of Universal Peace.

And From The Crew Of Apollo 8, We Close With Good Night, Good Luck, A Merry Christmas, And God Bless All Of You - All Of You On The Good Earth.