The Worth of Souls is Great

People say that, when they look up at the sky, they feel smaller just thinking about all the light-years between them and the stars. Something about looking out into space makes everything else seem so much bigger. I guess physically, it's true. I'm hardly a grain of sand in the big picture. I'll never be able to travel from the sleeping bag in my back yard, to the middle of Orion. Even if I could, I'd never survive the foreign atmosphere, the unearthly temperatures, I'd be entirely out of place. This should make me feel insignificant. That's what everyone keeps telling me. In the grand scheme of things each of us is worthless, useless. Nothing. From my perspective, though, they're all wrong. Maybe I use a different lens, maybe my telescope isn't "standard" and maybe science scoffs at my understanding of the world, "life, the universe and everything."
When I look out into the night sky, I don't feel smaller, or less significant. I don't even equal a tenth of a grain of sand, in size, compared to everything else out there. The sun is 1.3 million times the size of the planet I live on. Nothing revolves around earth. It would take over 23 years for me to travel to Pluto, and that's nowhere near the end of this infinite universe. Clearly, I should feel small, right?

No. I shouldn't, and I don't. Because just like everything else out there, I'm here! I fit somewhere in all of this. I am a part of it. I am part of something that is so big, it's incomprehensible. I may only be a small part of it, but doesn't that make me significant somehow? I was allowed to be here. I was given the gift to live and breathe on this planet, in this universe. I get to look up into the sky and see the beauty of the night, of the darkness. I can look out into space and see back in time. It's amazing, it's mind-boggling. Does it make you stop and think? What is all of this here for? What am I here for? Why am I here? Because I am part of something else. Something so much bigger than anyone can grasp with their finite human minds. It's paradoxical, I guess, but the more I start to think about everything that I can't quite wrap my mind around, the more all the little things, and even the big things, start to make sense. Because I know that I am a child of God. And He has sent me here.

Remember to smile, because you are a child of God.