The world's population is now over seven billion people. Living in a rural setting, that number is alien to me, unfathomable. Surely the earth cannot hold us all, as huge as it is. Put yourself in the middle of seven billion people...how can you be distinguished from the masses, the broiling, teeming swirl of humanity that is constantly moving and growing? How can you matter?
in·fin·i·tes·i·mal: An immeasurably or incalculably minute amount or quantity.
There are 10 times more stars in the night sky than grains of sand in the world's deserts and beaches, according to scientists. Astronomers estimated there are 70 thousand million million million - or seven followed by 22 zeros - stars visible from the Earth through telescopes.
Sort of makes the world's population seem small, doesn't it?
But doesn't it also start to put some things into perspective?
We think we have put God into a certain place. Our mind pictures a throne of majesty and grandeur, yes. Somewhere between earth and heaven, wherever that is. We picture our galaxy, and then the mind wavers and recedes. The vastness of outer space is mind boggling and fearful. We try to accept the unimaginable distances and time and unknown and our hearts begin to pound. Who is this God who can create and manage such wonders? And who am I that He would create and plan a life for...me, this infinitesimal dot on the universes?
If I have not expressed jubilent thanks to my Lord for my life and the hope He gives me...every moment of my waking...then I am remiss, uncaring and traitorous. For my God, who is the Creator of all things, is faithful and one day will tell me...this infinitesimal dot...the secrets of His creations and I will know and enjoy the wonderful things he has planned for me in heaven. I love you, Lord, and I will not miss out on your promises!
