The heavens declare the glory of God;
the sky displays his handiwork.
Day after day it speaks out;
night after night it reveals his greatness.
There is no actual speech or word,
nor is its voice literally heard.
Yet its voice echoes throughout the earth;
its words carry to the distant horizon. (Psalms 19:1-4)
In summer, I move my bed under the stars to learn from their God songs. One of their melodies is called “God Is Bigger Than I Think.” Snuggled in blankets, I see the Milky Way and countless sparkling pinpoints.
We merely taste of the elaborate banquet beyond. From my outdoor bed, I can only see about one thousand stars out of the many sextillions. Any one of those is a sphere so expansive it would level me in awe to see it up close. And yet, God sustains every star in every galaxy in the universe. Whatever concepts I hold about him are grossly understated. God is bigger than I think.
Another star chorus is “God Loves Beauty.” Drinking in the light from the night sky, I’m swept by joy. Each luminal beams steely-blue light that defines the blackness behind it. God might have left the sky empty, or made an ugly celestial goo to fill outer space—instead we see that God loves beauty.
The anthem of the stars, “God Bless Diversity,” reverberates around me. There are random sprays of gems, a cluster of petite sisters, reddish loners, and swirling mists. God is crazy wild with his pleasure in variety. My mind wants simple predictability, but he revels in the unique. Our God blesses diversity.
These are the lessons the stars sing out, and summer nights are made so we can hear their songs.
Prayer: Awesome Creator, I join the stars in worshiping you.