According to NASA the Phoenix Lander should right now be hurtling through the Martian atmosphere. I realize that space probes are nothing more than machines, but I always get chills when I think about them, going through their scheduled routines, in the silence of space, millions of miles away, too distant to take their orders from earth. It will be about fifteen minutes after the final outcome before we learn what happened.

I wonder if God is really not quite omnipotent. If God didn't set this whole human race thing in motion billions of years ago and is still waiting out there somewhere for the report to reach him, wondering how it all turned out?