01/28/2026
2 MINUTES AND 45 SECONDS
"Lift up your eyes on high and see: who created these? He who brings out their host by number, calling them all by name" Isaiah 40:26
“The crew of the space shuttle Challenger honored us by the manner in which they lived their lives. We will never forget them, nor the last time we saw them, this morning, as they prepared for their journey and waved good-bye and 'slipped the surly bonds of earth' to 'touch the face of God.” Ronald Reagan
January 28, 1986, was a bitterly cold, winter day in South Berwick, Maine. I was a third grader in Mrs. Grant’s class struggling to do my vocabulary words on that horrible yellow paper that always smudged when you erased on it. I remember I was deeply engrossed in my work when I noticed the principle, Mrs. Applebee, enter the room and whisper something into the ear of Mrs. Grant. An old-school teacher, Mrs. Grant’s face showed little to no emotion as the shock of the day’s events was relayed to her. I would not find out what that secret was until I went home later that day and watched again and again my heroes ascend into the heavens aboard the Space Shuttle Challenger and then 73 seconds later suddenly be gone, consumed by a giant fireball. The next day, Mrs. Grant pulled us all into a circle and talked to us about what had happened. In reality, this was one of the first times I had ever come face to face with death, and the emotions of tragedy had a profound effect on me.
From the first moment I saw the space shuttle I fell in love with it. The excitement of lift off! The cool images of the astronauts floating around the crew cabin in space. The way it glided down from space completely unpowered but graceful. It was my whole purpose for becoming a pilot. I would play for hours pretending I was sitting in the pilot’s seat. My imagination so vivid it felt like I was really there sometimes. It was that same imagination that also gave me the nightmares that soon followed, the images of the flight deck, the blue flight suits, and the sounds of the rockets firing. The nightmare would always end the same way with the words, “Go for throttle up….,” followed by a bright light and then nothing. I would wake up in a sweat, fear compressed on my chest like an elephant suffocating me. This same nightmare would be with me for years, sometimes twice a week, sometimes twice a month, but always there and with it the sadness of knowing that in real life hero’s die.
Several months later a coffee table style book came out about NASA dedicated to the Challenger crew. My parents got it for me, and I remember carrying it around school as my own personal memorial. I still have it, a little worse for wear but still there. Years later, after the wreckage had been found and the bodies of the astronauts were discovered, I was horrified to learn that it was very likely that the astronauts did not die instantly in the initial explosion but were alive until the crew cabin slammed into the Atlantic Ocean. This is what NASA now believes were the final moments for the Challenger 7:
73 seconds after liftoff, the huge external fuel tank located on the belly of the orbiter Challenger was compromised by flame from a cracked O-ring seal in the right solid rocket booster. The Challenger was at an altitude of 48,000 feet when the explosion took place and although most of the space shuttle was obliterated at that time, the crew cabin was blown free, completely intact and continued to ascend up to approximately 65,000 feet, at which time it began its decent. At first NASA believed that the astronauts inside were knocked unconscious either from the force of the explosion itself or the tremendous G-forces the now decapitated crew cabin experienced during freefall. However, once the bodies were recovered and the crew cabin meticulously investigated it was discovered that sometime during freefall, the reserve oxygen packs of both the pilot and the commander were turned on in one last futile attempt at survival. It took an estimated 2 minutes and 45 seconds for the crew cabin to make its way down to the Atlantic Ocean from 65,000 feet. 2 minutes and 45 seconds of horror. 2 more reserve oxygen packs were later discovered in the on position and totally breathed down.
If the nightmare of that day wasn’t bad enough, it now had gotten worse. I soon became very angry at God for allowing such an awful death to occur. “Why couldn’t they have just died in the explosion,” I asked again and again? “Did they really deserve to die this way?” Death soon became my enemy as I came to the realization of the horror associated with it. However, as sometimes happens, my fear soon turned into intrigue as I desired to know more about this unknown event that occurs in everyone’s life. As I read more, I came to the conclusion that the “lucky ones” die quickly, and again, I got angry at God and wanted to know why? If God is so good, why does he allow bad things to happen? If God is so good, where is the compassion, the mercy, the love? I would struggle with these questions through my teen years, into adulthood and even after I got saved.
Years passed and one day the Lord graciously answered me. Maybe it was the anniversary of this tragic event, maybe it was my own personal struggles in my walk with the Lord, either way He did answer in His timing and not mine. The truth is nobody knows exactly when he or she is going to die; only God knows for sure (Job 14:5). The question is what if God gave you a heads up? What would you do? There have been countless songs (Live Like We’re Dying) and movies (The Bucket List) that have talked about the issue but haven’t really dealt with it. If God were to tell you right now you were going to die in the next 2 minutes and 45 seconds, what would you do; would you get angry with God and scream out “WHY?!!” or would you get down on your hands and knees and scream out “SAVE ME!!!!!!”? Sometimes the curse is the blessing and what the devil meant for evil God can turn into good. Nobody likes pain and suffering, but would it be merciful to end it quickly when that person, whoever he or she is, is not yet ready to meet their maker. The fact of the matter is we as sinners all deserve death no matter how it may come, and it will come! In the end it’s not where you’ve been or even who you are that’s important, it’s where you're going and Who you know.
Jesus said, "For God so loved the world that He gave his only begotten Son. That whosoever believes in Him will not perish but have everlasting life," (John 3:16). Tragedies are reminders to us that the world in which we live are not our eternal homes. This is not the end, but someday there will be a beginning with no end. When we shuffle off our mortal coil and step into eternity, we will come face to face with our Maker who is holy, and righteous, and just. In that moment we will know that we were not enough, that we are sinners in need of a Savior. I pray you already know who your Savior is so that day is not a day to fear but a day to rejoice in the arms of Him who died for you, Jesus Christ. He, and He alone, can change fear to joy and tragedy into fortune regardless of how much time you have left. Amen! 🙏❤