Last night, I translated these words from Psalm 8:
When I see your heavens, the work of your fingers,And it struck me - what an amazing privilege to actually be able to read this in the original, to be able to understand something written over 2500 years ago. But how much more significant, to hear the psalmist's words and realize they apply to me today - who am I, Christian Cryder, that God actually cares for me?
The moon and the stars which you have put in place,
What is man, that you remember him?
The son of man, that you attend to him?
Here I am, a mere speck of dust in the midst of a seemingly infinite cosmos - I will come and go in a few years time without so much as a ripple in the big picture of things. I epitomize insignificance, and yet God takes a personal interest in me. He doesn't value me because I am significant in and of myself; his loving attention makes me significant in spite of myself.
The Psalms are filled with this kind of language, and I find it tremendously encouraging. We are personal beings, who serve a personal God, who encourages us to look at the majesty of creation and ask ourselves what that says about us.