Star Gazing

I am currently teaching on Earth and the solar system in my Science class. Today we were discussing how enormous and immeasurable our universe is. I am fascinated with the vastness of space. We as a civilized people cannot even explore the farthest reaches of our solar system, much less beyond it. We know there is more out there and yet we will never even get to fully explore planetary bodies in our system. The number of stars is in the billions. And then there are the other objects that orbit the sun in space.

Our knowledge is so limited. We are so small. And as I took Kirby out tonight to go potty, I looked up. I had to just stop and stare. As a busy grown-up, I rarely take time to stop and appreciate something as simple and sublime as a starry sky. And as I stood there with my head tilted back, I was reminded of Isaiah 40:26, where Isaiah recorded: Lift up your eyes on high and see: who created these? He who brings out their host by number, calling them all by name, by the greatness of his might, and because he is strong in power not one is missing.

I identify with David's question in Psalm 8:3-4: When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him?

In a universe that enfolds billions of stars that God has placed and calls by name, He has also placed you and me. And He knows our name. Not only that, but He knows the number of hairs on our heads, He has kept count of our tossings, and stored our tears in a bottle. (Read your Psalms if you don't believe me!) Our God - the God of our gargantuan universe - knows each of us. He knows our hearts desires, our deepest darkest shames, the farthest most recesses of our souls. He knows it all. And that just blows my mind.

We serve a BIG God. The adjective "BIG" doesn't even begin to do justice to His greatness. There are not enough adjectives in all languages combined to appropriately attribute to God how great He is. So with my small words and limited vocabulary, I say, "Wow! My God, how great You are!"

Bumper Stickers

I am always interested in people's bumper stickers. I hate the ones that have small writing and I can't see what it says without getting incredibly close. I feel like a stalker trying to ease up close enough to be able to read the fine print. But if they don't want it read, then it shouldn't be on their car.
I often wonder about the people that put stickers all over their vehicle. Is that really necessary? I've seen several around Austin that are blanketed in bumper stickers and I try like mad to read them all, but don't even understand what some of them are about. Maybe they're not supposed to make sense. And that may tell me a little bit about the driver of the vehicle.
I have seen a few funny ones. I like the ones that make me laugh. I wonder where the person found such a bumper sticker, too. One I saw a few weeks ago read, "Where are we going and why am I in this hand basket?" Which also made me wonder where that phrase originated. Another said, "Never take advice from a bumper sticker."
I have never understood why people choose to put vulgar and crude stickers on their car, though. Is that really the kind of impression they want complete strangers to have of them? Even though I'm not supposed to be judgmental, those kinds of stickers make it really hard to not make a snap judgment about the person who would put such a thing on their car.
There is probably a bumper sticker out there for all kinds of statements, beliefs, and allegiances. Where they are found, I know not. I just like to read them on other people's cars.