Last night I couldn't sleep. No particular reason, but at 1:30 in the morning, I found myself downstairs, sipping a Jasmine Green Tea. It was then that I decided to step outside.
Where we live there are no street lamps, so the skies can be
seen in all their glory. Last night was one of those nights.
You could see the shape of the Milky Way - hundreds, thousands
of stars declaring God's magnificent creation. Each star a sun, many of them
much larger than our own. All of them proclaiming God's handiwork. Stars that
are thousands of light years away, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands.
The Encyclopaedia Brittanica tells us that the closest star,
Proxima Centauri, is 4.24 light years away. A light year is 9.44 trillion kilometres,
or 5.88 trillion miles. Walking to Proxima Centauri would take 950 million
years. And yet, there, last night, every star, shining down at 1:30 on a Friday
morning.
The Bible speaks of the beauty of God's creation. It talks
of the smallest things - the ant, the flower, the sparrow. The God that does ‘big’,
also does ‘small’. He cares for me. He’s with me on a sleepless night; He holds
me and won’t let me go (Isaiah 41:10). And in a throwaway comment in Genesis, the
Bible says ‘He also made the stars.’ (Genesis 1:16)
[My phone is not good enough to pick up the beauty of last
night, but this picture reflects well on God's marvellous creation.]
