Wow. That’s pretty much covers it. Wow.
It’s early in the morning--my favorite time of day. So quiet and still. A blanket of darkness outside makes the warmth of light and mug of hot tea inside all the more cozy and comforting. I walked outside to put something in my car, and the bracing cold startled me into alertness. Deep breath--O my, it’s good to be alive this fine, cold day. I had somehow forgotten the gift of this day as I abstractedly began the early morning routine.
But then I glanced up at the sky. And that was when God wow’ed me. Yeah, yeah, sure, there’s the sky and the stars again, you say. But that’s our problem, isn’t it? There it is again...and again...and again. Dulls our senses to the wonder of it all. The vastness. The distance. The glory.
An inky black sky with pinpricks of shining light dot the canopy above me. How on earth can we simply walk underneath such astounding beauty and be indifferent? How can we not be awed by our smallness and heaven’s vastness? How can we not look beyond the glories of the heavens to see the unmistakable reflection of the Creator and His jaw-dropping handiwork?
Makes me feel both small and large at the same time. Small, of course, in comparison. “When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon and the stars which You have ordained; What is man that You take thought of him, and the son of man that You care for him?” (Ps.8:3-4) We’re just little “dust-people” as Jill Driscoe always says. Dust, here and then gone so quickly.
Consider the vastness and the eons of time reflected in those pinpricks of light poking through the blackness. We’re here, what, 60, 70, 80 years? The stars would laugh at such an age span. And here we stand beneath the heavens, all 5 foot 5 or even 6 foot 5 of us. Wonder what the heavens think of us when we think we’re too big for our britches? “You little pip squeak! You want big, I’ll show you huge,” shout the stars at our audacity. Yep, puts me in my place to see such vast and awesome wonder.
But yet...I feel big somehow. In fact, pretty gigantic. For Jesus created the stars...but He came to save me. Someday, eventually, all of those stars will die. It may be thousands upon thousands of years, but each of those pinpricks will fade and disappear. But not us. Small dust-people that we are, we were created for eternity. And the Creator of those heavens chose, in His merciful sovereignty, to exit the unfathomable glories of heaven and enter time and space for us. For you, for me. To become dust-people just like us. So that we could become like Him for eternity.
We were crafted for eternity. That’s why King David went on in the very next verse of Psalm 8 “Yet You have made him a little lower than God, and You crown him with glory and majesty!” (v.5) Kind of makes you want to square your drooping shoulders and lift your head in thankfulness and wonder, doesn’t it? Yeah, stars, you've got it going on and you're pretty remarkable and wondrous...but He simply created you. He came...and died for us.
So today, just remember who you are--small, sinful, needy. But then remember Whose you are--saved by an Almighty, all-glorious Savior who spoke those stars into being with a word. Remember His saving power. Relax in His sustaining presence. Rejoice in His goodness and grace to you again...and again...and again.
To God--who not only created, but who came--be all the glory.
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