Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the
earth! You have set your glory in the heavens. Through the praise of children
and infants you have established a stronghold against your enemies,
to silence the foe and the avenger. When I consider your heavens, the
work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what
is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for
them?
You have made them
a little lower than the angels
and crowned them with glory and honor. You made them
rulers over the works of your hands; you put everything under their feet:
all flocks and herds, and the animals of the wild, the birds in the sky,
and the fish in the sea, all that swim the paths of the seas. Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the
earth! (Psalm 8)
The other day, I asked
what sort of music was the soundtrack of the lives of the readers. Yesterday’s
all-over-the-place psalm is typical of one of the soundtracks in my life. The
other seems to me to be the woe-is-me song. But Psalm 8 is what I’d like it to
be. It’s a full choir, full orchestra, grand entrance to the throne room suite.
But at the heart of this
wonderful psalm, there are two ideas. The first is how majestic, marvelous,
amazing, and remarkable God is. The second is that with all the glory that God
created, He placed mankind in such a position of prominence. And yet, He did.
Sometimes, I think He did it so that we’d always be reminded that we’re not in
our position of authority because we’re stronger, faster, more cunning, etc.
than all the other animals. There’s probably at least one creature that is
better than us in each way we can come up with, if we understood the thing we
were comparing. But God chose us.
And within “But God chose
us” is “But God chose you,” and “But God chose me.” Of all of the glorious stuff
out there, God made you, and me to be a little lower than the angels and He
crowed you and me with honor. Every now and again, I see a meme that says something
about God creating the magnificent things in
the universe because the universe needed one, or ten, or millions of
those things, and He created you and me because the universe needed one of you and one of me.
It’s not that He needed
the magnificent universe, or us, but that if there was going to be a universe,
it would, by its very nature, need Him, and somehow, it would also need the
heavens, the moon and the stars, the oceans, the mountains, and even the things
that we hold in contempt, like the praise of children and infants, and us.
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