Last night I was happily watching one of my favorite programs, “Through The Wormhole”, with Morgan Freeman. The subject was the structure and workings of the universe. I was enthralled as the program described how there are huge “black holes” marauding through space, tearing and ripping up entire stars, some of which are 100 times larger than our own sun. The immeasurable forces of gravity are slamming galaxies together, and in the process destroying entire solar systems or giving birth to billions of new stars. Quasars and pulsars shoot out bursts of x-rays and gamma rays deep into space at the speed of light. Evidently, rouge planets have been ripped from their host stars by gravity and are now just wandering the cosmos cold and alone.
It was almost too much to comprehend on a human scale. However, somewhere in this mix is our galaxy, the Milky way, one of billions of galaxies, and near the outer edge of the Milky Way is our solar system, one of trillions of systems in the Milky Way, and on one lone planet, at a perfectly placed distance from its host star, which by pure chance happens to be just the right size, inexplicably exists conditions perfect for life as we know, which just happened to come into existence by pure random chance and luck. Really?
Near the end of the show, the narrator described the universe as a web comprised of billions of pathways or arms, crossing across and through the universe, on which travel entire galaxies, colliding at the massive intersections like cars on a freeway, all controlled by the powers of gravity. He described the scenario as, “Seemingly random, but somehow evidencing great structure and order”. I just smiled. It confirmed what I already know – the universe is way too complex for it to have occurred by random happenstance or chance. In the scriptures it says that God made all the hosts of heaven calls every star by its own name. He uses His hand the measure the breath of the universe.
In Psalm 104:1-9, God’s care and power over all of His works are described:
Bless the Lord, O my soul! O lord my God, thou art very great;
Thou art clothed with splendor and majesty,
Covering thyself with light as with a cloak, stretching out heaven like a tent curtain.
He lays the beams of His upper chamber in the water;
He makes the clouds His chariot; He walks upon the wings of the wind;
He makes the winds His messengers, flaming fire His ministers.
He established the earth upon its foundations, so that it will not totter forever and ever.
Thous didst cover it with the deep as with a garment; The waters were standing above the mountains.
At Thy rebuke they fled; at the sound of Thy thunder they hurried away.
The mountains rose; the valleys sank down to the place which Thou didst establish for them.
Thous didst set a boundary that they may not pass over; that they may not return to cover the earth.
To me there is no other explanation for the workings and existence of the universe than from the hand of God Himself, the Master Craftsman and most Awesome Mathematician. The universe too wonderful to not have been created, and speaks directly to the hearts of men of the power and being of God Himself.
We are such infinitesimal specks, but to think that He is mindful of us and loves us, blows my mind beyond measure. Indeed, praise the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless His holy name.