When I consider your heavens . . .
President Theodore Roosevelt and his friend, naturalist William Beebe, allegedly had a ritual of surveying the sky at night, searching for a tiny patch of light near the constellation of Pegasus.
When sighted, Beebe would say, “That is the Spiral Galaxy in Andromeda. It is as large as our Milky Way. It is one of a hundred million galaxies. It consists of one hundred billion suns, each larger than our sun.”
Roosevelt would then say, “Now I think we are small enough. Let’s go to bed.”
Some 3,000 years earlier David had marveled: “When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers—the moon and the stars you have set in place—what are mortals . . . that you should care for us?” (Ps 8:3-4 NLT).
But praise be he, he does.
You mean more to Him than
the brightest star in the sky.