It was a warm and clear night. I sat in the garden for a while just listening to the quiet around me and thinking about nothing in particular. Just thoughts wandering in and out of my mind as they sometimes do. Every so often I could hear the cry of an owl in the distance – perhaps calling for its mate.
I looked up and gazed at the stars. There were hundreds and hundreds of them. The more I looked the more of them I saw as my eyes grew accustomed to the darkness. They made me feel so small.
Here am I in my garden looking up – and there they were, all these stars, shining in the night miles and miles away. There must be millions of them.
And to think that some people believe that they just happened to be out there. Not created by a supreme, omnipotent Being.
My thoughts then wandered on … am I alone here looking up at the sky at night? Is there someone else on one of these stars sitting in his garden looking at my planet shining like a tiny dot in his dark sky?
And if so, then surely that being looking at me was also created by God; just like me. Did God send His only Son to that being’s world too; to die for him, as He did for me?
The cry of the owl brought me back to earth with a bump.
I guess we’ll never know the answers to my questions. Perhaps we’re not meant to know.
We humans think we’re so clever because we’ve advanced so much in such a short period of time. We thirst for knowledge and the more we learn the more proud we become of our achievements.
Maybe, for our own benefit, there are things that He will not allow us to know. No matter how hard we try to find the answers.