Meditations on Psalm 8

When I look at the heavens I am looking at the work of God's fingers.  Fingers.  What a graphic illustration of our almost indescribable smallness as human beings.  How is that God even knows us?  That even thinks a thought about us?  Much less cares for us?What gratitude, what reverence this should create in us! I mean, imagine if the sun was a person who wanted to do you good. . The sun is barely a speck of sand in comparison to God but imagine if the sun left its spot in the heavens and started approaching you.  Edward Payson writes, "As he drew more and more near, his apparent magnitude and effulgence would every moment increase, he would occupy a larger and larger portion of the visible heavens, until at length all other objects would be lost, and yourselves swallowed up in one insufferably, dazzling, overpowering flood of light.  Would you not in such circumstances feel the strongest emotions of awe?"How then should we feel?  When God, the one who makes the entire universe look like a grain of sand, "when the Father of lights, the eternal Sun of the Universe, who dwells in a high and holy place...stoops from his throne to visit man, to smile upon man, to pardon man, to purify man from his moral defilement, to adopt him as a child, to make him an heir of heaven, to take possession of his heart as his earthly habitation?"