Psalm 8:3–4 (ESV) … “When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, and the son of man that you care for him?”
David was a shepherd boy. He had watched the stars wink awake night after night. He knew some of their names, Orion perhaps and the Pleiades. He knew the moon and the nearer planets, which changed their positions from month to month and from year to year. He knew from his Bible that God had created them, counted them, and called them by their names. He knew enough to be awed at the might, the majesty, and the mystery of God as creator of the worlds of space.
David’s awe should be totally eclipsed by ours. When Galileo Galilei first turned a telescope on the sky and announced to an astonished world that the earth was not the center of the universe an outraged pope ordered him to recant. But it was no use: the secret was out. There was far more to outer space than man had ever dreamed. There were empires out there—empires in bewildering number, of staggering dimensions, traveling at inconceivable speeds, reaching further and even further into unimaginable depths. It is all a tribute to the Lord’s power—the work of His finger.