Thursday, May 28, 2015

Peering into the Heavens - Psalm 8

In 1990 we continued the human habit of looking to the heavens by launching the Hubble Telescope into orbit. Like honey bees in the midst of a hurricane, we have been looking to heavens for answers about our fate, our God and our reality. In the decades that followed Hubble’s eye to the sky, the telescope brought us poetry form the heavens. We got to see vast glories of Heavens as none of our ancestors could have even imagined. Seeing the mysteries of the heavens pushes us to understand our limits as small creatures on a little speck of dust in the middle of nowhere. Why care about the fate of humanity? The Universe is vast and we are so small. Why would the creator of this massive existence care for my son upcoming surgery, the fate of my family, our world and our history? Time and Space are so wide.

God became fully man. The simple and profound belief of Christians reveals the mystery in God’s full Glory. Yes, God will be with my son as they rid once more his body of a tumor. Yes, God arises as Emmanuel in our daily lives and cares deeply about our faith. As we grow to understand the vastness of Universe and our small space of it, I grow more to love Psalm 8 and Jesus. The whole psalm speaks of the glory of God and how we share this glory not our of some ability, rather out of God’s grace. Growing up, we use to play the parlor game of finding the reason for man’s place in the world, though we falsely assumed it was one of power based on out superiority to the other animals. It was our reason and rationality. We were smarter. Books were written touting out thumb or our language. Yet, the Psalm 8 makes a clear case for our place being straight from God. God became man and dwelled with us, and because of Jesus and the Incarnation we are given love and grace despite the fact of our smallness in the world.

When my son comes under the surgeon’s knife, again, I find God who created the nebulas, the billions of Galaxies each with hundreds of millions stars like our small sun, lowers and empties himself to be with us. When this frighten father fearing the future sits around and waits for the report of our son and his recovery, I know God will be with me. When I look to the beauty which Hubble revealed, I find the Cross of Jesus; I find Jesus as he holds the whole of my family. The truth of the Psalm 8 fills me with love for God, for others, for the whole of creation, and for the future.

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