s o the other day i watched the movie interstellar, and suddenly realized, after the movie, how small I am and how big God is. my spirit searched for Psalm 19: the heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. suddenly, none of my words were good enough to praise the Almighty. to be a pale blue dot...an infinitely loved nothing...loved by He who is "of old" (as the Bible describes), the Creator of all things, through whom we have life. came across this commentary about that chapter: The heavens declare, or are declaring, for the continuance of their testimony is intended by the participles employed; every moment God's existence, power, wisdom, and goodness, are being sounded abroad by the heavenly heralds which shine upon us from above. He who would guess at divine sublimity should gaze upward into the starry vault; he who would imagine infinity must peer into the boundless expanse; he who desires to see divine wisdom should consider the bal
to excel in words and proclaim the excellence of the Word