3 AM Ramblings

“I have loved the stars too fondly to be afraid of the dark.”

I have truly loved the stars. The night sky has always mesmerized me. A thousand tiny pin pricks spread out across deep blue sky. Maybe it’s the sheer size of it all that stops me in my tracks, or the beauty. Or maybe it’s the way that one dimensional dots in the sky gain depth as your eyes adjust to the darkness and thousands of their brothers join them in the sky, an entire new world unfolding as you watch.

My love of the night sky found me awake at 2am, something that no self-respecting “not a morning person” person would usually do, but I had to check out the meteor shower. As I stood there, the night sky in front of me, a million stars and galaxies gently twinkling, I could think of only one thing: the words to a song I love.

“O Lord, my God, when I in awesome wonder, Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made; I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder, Thy power throughout the universe displayed. Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee, How great Thou art, how great Thou art. Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee, How great Thou art, how great Thou art.”

Part of the allure of the night sky for me, is the fact that I see God in every inch of it. I see his handiwork. I see the millions of galaxies that he formed and set in motion, and I’m humbled. Because the God who did all of this cares, deeply, eternally for these small, fragile, transient, beings that walk the earth, and he loves us so much that he was even willing to give up his very own son for us.

“And when I think of God, His Son not sparing; Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in; That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing, He bled and died to take away my sin.”

I truly cannot fully grasp what it is that Christ did for me on the cross. What he endured and suffered was horrific, but he did it for me, “my burden gladly bearing”. Its mind blowing the think that the very one who has the power over every galaxy and star, “for whom are all things, and by whom are all things,” (Hebrews 2:10) would humble himself enough to go to the cross for a being like me. In the face of this, how can I not praise him and serve him? That’s what I see in the night sky. What do you see?