O Lord our Lord, how admirable is thy name in the whole earth!
For thy magnificence is elevated above the heavens.
Out of the mouth of infants and of sucklings thou hast perfected praise, because of thy enemies, that thou mayst destroy the enemy and the avenger.
For I will behold thy heavens, the works of thy fingers: the moon and the stars which thou hast founded.
What is man that thou art mindful of him? or the son of man that thou visitest him?
Thou hast made him a little less than the angels, thou hast crowned him with glory and honour:
And hast set him over the works of thy hands.
Thou hast subjected all things under his feet, all sheep and oxen: moreover the beasts also of the fields.
The birds of the air, and the fishes of the sea, that pass through the paths of the sea.
O Lord our Lord, how admirable is thy name in all the earth!
I was given Psalm 8 to read as part of my last penance. My confessor told me that the root of Faith was contained within it, or something like that- I am usually too overawed by Absolution to take in much else, immediately thereafter.
I imagine that the very first religious thoughts that ever entered the minds of our fallen ancestors were inspired by the sight of the night skies above them, as they lay on the savannah, their day’s busy foraging and hunting done. Before even the light pollution of the camp fire, they looked up, unable to fail to see the bigger picture obscured from daytime contemplation by the great azure, or the dances of clouds.
It never fails to fill me with awe when I behold the clear night sky. In contrast to the immense organised mass hanging above us, the human race and its works are much less than a mote of dust in comparison.
And yet, and yet, even in our dread and worthlessness, the still silent voice of He who sees us, whispers:
“I AM WHO AM.
I LOVE YOU, FOR I CREATED YOU, LIKE UNTO ME.
I REDEEM YOU, AT GREAT COST,
I SANCTIFY YOU, AND GIVE YOU THE JOY OF WELCOME HOME”