“When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers — the moon and the stars you set in place — what are mere mortals that you should think about them, human beings that you should care for them? (Psalm 8:3-4, NLT)
The span of the universe is not measured in miles, but in light-years. The moon and the stars — witnesses to every generation of humanity since Adam — maintain their mysterious magnificence.
The psalmist marvels at the fact that the finite, flawed, foundering beings that we are, nevertheless occupy the thoughts of the Creator of the universe; and, somehow, warrant the condescension and the salvation of the Maker of the moon and the stars.
Do we, like the psalmist, marvel, too? – Luther
