It’s 1:37AM. I’ve just come inside from my feeble attempt at counting the stars. I gave up after I got to 14. There’s just too many. Everybody knows that you can’t really count the stars that are in the sky, but I think everybody should try; and fail; and then think that every one of those stars has planets going around it. Those planets may have moons orbiting them, and if you could stand on the surface of any one of those planets, a star would rise and set just like the sun does for us.

I’m lying on the grass, occupying a tiny bit of earth on this planet. This one planet, out of an incredible, innumerable bunch of planets. And as you may remember from Louis Giglio, those stars are millions of light-years away. It’s really quite ridiculous to even attempt to explain this terms that humans can understand. It’s too big. And God has created all of this. God is bigger. God is big, really big.

But saying God is big isn’t really saying anything. God is not some massive blob covering gazillions of light-years of space. That is not God. That says nothing significant about God. But, we can turn it around. ‘God is big’ doesn’t help us any. But, saying ‘GOD is big’, that is a step in the right direction. The bigness of God is meaningless to us, so we must focus on God himself.

This God, this Creator, this Lord of the Cosmos, is this the same God who knows my name? How can that be? It doesn’t make sense. Can this universe-creating God be the same God that I pray to. I’m scared all of a sudden. I’m intimidated by the vast emptiness of the universe, and cannot understand the possibility of God revealing himself to me. It doesn’t make sense; it seems impossible.

But, then all of a sudden, the problem is solved, it all comes together, everything is explained. God loves me. That’s it, that’s all there is to it. God loves me. In his love he has created the universe and everything in it. In his love he speaks to me, a little insignificant human being. It’s so simple. God loves me.