"O Jehovah, our God, how glorious your name in all the earth! Your majesty has been lifted beyond the skies," Psalm 8:1.
God establishes celebration from the mouths of breast-feeding babies, because he stopped his foes in their tracks. No contest. Baby praises in God's economy form power enough to undo the enemy. And then, Oh! The skies! Dark skies, sequined and glittered and luminesced, boast God's handmade moon and stars. And then. God gives science to humans! The capacity to know and guide the world, its domesticated things and its wild things. Things of land, of sea, of air. Why does God honor humans like this, why does he even care? And then. We see Jesus. Become one of us. And we marvel all over again!
Today, together with a brother or sister that you give us, we praise you, O God, Jehovah! O Lord, our Lord, how wonderful your name in all the earth!
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