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interstellar - the movie

so 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 balancing of the orbs; he who would know divine fidelity must mark the regularity of the planetary motions; and he who would attain some conceptions of divine power, greatness, and majesty, must estimate the forces of attraction, the magnitude of the fixed stars, and the brightness of the whole celestial train. It is not merely glory that the heavens declare, but the "glory of God," for they deliver to us such unanswerable arguments for a conscious, intelligent, planning, controlling, and presiding Creator, that no unprejudiced person can remain unconvinced by them.

thus, we only need look up to see who God is, and consider. consider from His works His steadfast love, his justice, his faithfulness, how He holds all things perfectly, how space, though seemingly boundless and still in the dark, is actually filled with activity--stars exploding, asteroids flying, planets spinning, moons traveling around them...just like God's work here on earth--seemingly quiet, but like a plant whose seed you bury one day suddenly sprouts the next, and you don't know when it all happens, just that it does. 

funny how a movie could make me think this way--point me to God, that is. and i'm glad. because i know this is God's work too, for He works and wills us for his good pleasure. and when He changes a person, He changes their mind, their worldview, the inclination of their heart. we must only abide.

what a wonderful God!

Praise YHWH!


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