April 12, 1981, I had this unnerving thought; “I don’t know what I am going to do with my life”. O wow! I wonder if I have any company in the room this morning if some of you have had thoughts like that! I remember the date well. When the first space shuttle Columbia launched on April 12, I was finishing work on my second degree. I was 7 months from getting married and 8 months from entering seminary. I was in a good Sunday School group in a collegiate environment. In fact, I drove the van for the collegiate group. I even drove by Karen’s dorm. She said she had a ride, “thank you”. I never told dad and mom about April 12. He would have said; “Okay we’ll increase the acreage and bring in more cows. That means more hay bailing. This is the day job. The factories are hiring night workers. Get it together! People all over this room have moments when you felt you were at the bottom. You wonder if you are in the right college or university. You wonder if you are in th