We Have To Earn Our Wings Every

A Superior Pilot Uses His Superior Judgment To Avoid Situations Which Require The Use Of His Superior Skill.

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.

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 More We Learn About The Wonders Of Our Universe, The More Clearly We Are Going To Perceive The Hand Of God.

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.