Psalm 144, They Are Like a Breath...

Psalms often use poetic language to muse about why God would make such a big deal of such a small, fragile, short-lived species as humanity. "What are human beings that you regard them?"

What always amazes me is they didn't know the half of it. The ancient world was a lot smaller, and seemed a lot younger, than we now know it to be. To think that the universe is inconceivably vast, and almost 14 billion years old, and we get maybe 80 or 90 years maximum, just in this one tiny spot, gives the psalm a whole new meaning. And yet God does regard us. God thinks of us. God envisioned the tiny, microscopic blip of a detail that is your life and the lives of everyone you know, and decided this universe isn't complete without them. Honestly, it's a bit of a comfort to me sometimes to know my smallness: to know that, try as I might, I can only mess up so much. And yet God's story of creation and redemption allows for and invites those mess-ups. We get to be part of this vastness and beauty. It is us. Wow.

God...Wow. Amen.