I've been thinking a lot about the stars. I'm not sure why, but they have always fascinated me. The fact that God chose to create hundreds of thousands of galaxies blows me away. It seems unreal that so much space and matter exists. There are more stars than I'll ever be able to even comprehend, and the space I take up on this tiny planet is insignificant. I'm reading Crazy Love by Francis Chan, and in the first chapter there is a link to a video, coincidently about stars. I felt slightly embarrassed at first, but it overwhelmed me to tears. At first I couldn't figure out why I had such an emotional attachment to the stars, but I realized that it wasn't the creation I was in awe of, but rather the creator.
These galaxies have existed since the beginning of time, and thanks to technology we are able to see them now. But why would God create so much that generations of people would never even know existed, let alone gaze at like I'm able to do? I think that's why I cried. I'm learning in my classes about the complexity of life, but there is so much that I will never know; details I will never notice. Maybe this is what David Crowder meant when he asked the God of creation to take his breath away.
" Men are never duly touched and impressed with a conviction of their insignificance until they have contrasted themselves with the majesty of God." -R.C. Sproul
