When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars that you have established; what are human beings that you are mindful of them, mortals that you care for them?” vss. 3-4Psalm 8:1-4
When the psalmist ventured out to the hilltops around Jerusalem and took time for meditation, he would have been overwhelmed by the brilliance of the dark sky that stretched in every direction. Most of us, in our age of artificial incandescence, haven’t come close to having that kind of experience. His observations drove him to his knees. How could he even imagine that the Creator of this spectacular universe would have even the slightest concern for human beings? Some of us have had similar reactions to the magnificent photos received from space telescopes. Our minds are too small to even comprehend the age and immensity of what we are seeing. All we can do is wonder with the psalmist. Who are we, on our wee little blue planet in an insignificant solar system in the Milky Way galaxy, one of billions of galaxies that stretch from here to infinity? How can we even have the chutzpah to make the ridiculous claim that we are special? And yet, like the psalmist, that’s exactly what we do! It may be pure foolishness, and if it is, may we at least have the humility to admit our insignificance and daily give thanks for the splendor of life in such a magnificent setting.
Thought for the Day: What does insignificance feel like?