Monday, June 25, 2012
The Significance of Stars
Around midnight, I went outside just to sort of chill out for a minute on the back porch. I leaned on the railing and looked out at the field behind our house, and then up to the stars in the sky. There wasn't a cloud in sight. I just kept looking, trying to find Orion's Belt and the Dippers.
After a few minutes, I felt a sort of peaceful awe come over me. I started thinking about how many stars there are, how bright some are and how dim others are, and wondering just how many of those stars might have planets and other worlds circling round them. I found my mind full of all kinds of imaginative thoughts. And I thought about how great and wonderful God is to have created so much beauty. Here we are, so small and insignificant in so many ways, and yet out of all His creation, God loves us most. If that's not a comfort, I don't know what is.
When my grandma died, I inherited a lot of her things. Some of these things are old and worth some money. Some are things that hold some sentimental value. I'm glad I've been able to get these things, but I know that my grandma was worth more to me than any of it. She was worth more than anything I own, and I would have given anything, including my life, to have helped keep her alive. I feel that way about most of my family.
I think I understand God a lot better now than I used to. Yeah, He has everything in existence; it all belongs to Him: the sun, the earth, the stars, the planets... everything. But out of all of it, we mean the most to Him. He gave it all up, including His life, for us. I can't think of anything better than that. I can't think of any act of love greater than that. And it makes me so overwhelmed and glad to have a God like that who is a part of my life. It is a comfort beyond all others.
We mean more than the stars.