"The universe is a pretty big space. It's bigger than anything anyone has ever dreamed of before," says Ellie Arroway, a character in the movie "Contact," adapted from a novel by American astrophysicist Carl Sagan. "So, if it's just us, seems like an awful waste of space, right?" As if size makes a difference. She dreams of the greatness of the universe, but can't imagine the grandeur of God.
O Lord my God, you are very great!
You are clothed with splendor and majesty,
covering yourself with light as with a garment,
stretching out the heavens like a tent.
He lays the beams of his chambers on the waters;
he makes the clouds his chariot;
he rides on the wings of the wind." ~Psalm 104:1-3
If, to God, "a thousand years are but as yesterday" (Psalm 90:4), then what of light years and solar systems and black holes and galaxies and an awful lot of space? A wall calendar might do, but God "made the moon to mark the seasons" (Psalm 104:19). There is no difference in effort to create birds that fly or stars that shoot, so even if it's just for us, I delight in creation and adore the Creator, and that is the point. "O Lord, how manifold are your works! In wisdom have you made them all" (Psalm 104:24). God fills the dreams of the Psalm writers, so that we would look to the stars and know "as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is his steadfast love toward those who fear him" (Psalm 103:11).
The universe is a pretty big space, and that's an awful lot of love.
My God, Maker of the heavens, Creator of the earth, wow! What a world! Your fingerprints are seen in everything, the wisdom of Your ways, the wonder of Your workmanship. You are mighty and majestic, and You are my God.
I'm amazed at Your attention, that You look after me, and more, that You rescued me. You, the king of the heavens became a baby on earth, and served man, and died for me. There is no greater love, no wonder you made a big universe to display it. You are worthy of my praise and my all. I worship You.