Last night we admired that beautiful big orange moon. And again this morning as I sat on the deck and gazed up in amazement at the giant trees lining the back yard, my knees almost felt shaky. Gazing at our awesome God and His incredible artwork brings a thrill far beyond anything else in the world. Then I opened my Bible to Psalm 8:
When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers—
the moon and the stars you set in place—
what are mere mortals that you should think about them,
human beings that you should care for them? …
O LORD, our Lord, your majestic name fills the earth!
Then, in response, this song wells up in my heart:
Who am I that a King would bleed and die for?
Who am I that He would pray, “Not my will, Thine,” for?
The answer I may never know
Why He ever loved me so
That to that old rugged cross He’d go
For who am I? (by Charles Goodman)