READ: MATTHEW 7:24-27; EPHESIANS 4:11-32; COLOSSIANS 2:6-10 The space weather alarm buzzed on my cruiser, Nova. I was halfway back to Earth after gathering medical supplies on Triton. Sensors indicated a dense solar wind heading my way—usually bringing a geomagnetic storm. I routed extra power to shields, retracted stabilizers to prevent shearing, and strapped myself to the chair. One minute to impact. I slid sweaty hands down my legs and took a deep breath. “Flight tracker, this is Nova. I am 2.3 billion kilometers from Earth, returning from one of Neptune’s moons, Triton. A strong solar storm approaches. May need assistance.” Before I could transmit the message, the storm hit. The sudden radiation overwhelmed my systems, and red lights started flashing all over my controls. As I whirled, I tried to track my orientation, but sensors refused to lock. The navigation screen blanked—probably fried from the magnetic pulse. The Nova spiraled relentlessly. Nausea surged th...