Bob Geldof has had a strange and unique path through our lives. I remember the Boomtown Rats, and then Live Aid – particularly Bob being rude to Margaret Thatcher. He has none-the-less remained a restless hobo no matter what he wears or does.
He’s going into space, and I liked his comments, very typical of him, as reported on the BBC website:
“Being the first Irishman in space is not only a fantastic honour but pretty mind-blowing.”
“The first rock astronaut space rat! Elvis may have left the building but Bob Geldof will have left the Planet! Wild! Who would have thought it possible in my lifetime.”
In my imagination at 16, reading science fiction books serially, we already inhabited space, and humanity was learning the same lessons it continues to learn, but in strange environments. Science fiction, at its best, allows us to look at ourselves from a different perspective, and is humbling. Mankind, a small speck in a vast creation, but through love, a partner in the whole scene, not an ornament.
When Jesus said “When I am lifted up, I will draw all to me.” It makes me picture Dali’s St John of the Cross. Part of what Jesus was describing is the inevitability of loving the Creator God who forgives and welcomes us in as it becomes clear that that is who he is. But it is also in part an invitation to be at his side, and to see things the way he does. To enter into Truth and God’s Reality.
I don’t know what Bob will see 60 miles or so up in the sky, but I hope he comes back inspired.
I wonder if you have to pay extra for a window seat…