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Imagine the smallest thing you could think of. An electron, a proton, an atom, a molecule, a nucleus perhaps?
Then get bigger. Imagine a cell, moving and functioning, a microscopic fragment of life. Next, a beating heart, nestled in a creature, millions of cells combining into tissues all working together to pump blood and oxygen. Imagine that heart pumping blood to the legs of a human being, legs that are moving, running, walking. Then envision the man those legs belong to, a human being striving for their own personal goals, living each day, and eventually dying.
Now let’s get even bigger.
A tree growing; its tall branches reaching toward the sunlight.
A mountain, majestically enormous; its snow-covered peak stretching past the clouds.
An ocean, spreading between continents, with depths as fathomless and unknown.
A continent, a vast land sprawling across the Earth’s crust; its terrain scattered with countries, with cities, with people.
Then, there’s Earth itself.
Our Earth, an enormous planet where four deep oceans, seven continents, thousands of mountains, billions of trees and people, countless beating hearts, countless cells, infinite atoms, and infinite molecules all reside.
An immense giant orb of life floating in the deep void of space, revolving a colossal sphere of burning, whirling hot gases, what we call the Sun.
You can’t get any bigger than the Sun, right?
Wrong.
Imagine, if you can, a star even more massive than the Sun.
A star of stupendous proportions almost bigger than our Solar System—Betelgeuse.
Betelgeuse is an ancient swelling red supergiant, alive with infernal heat, bursting with temperatures 7500 times hotter than the Sun.
A star in the finale of its life.
Finally, imagine a galaxy, where countless planets and stars are in place: swelling, moving, exploding.
A galaxy that resides in the biggest thing of all—the Universe.
It makes our achievements, our goals, our issues seem so insignificant. We human beings, in retrospective to the Universe, are dust. While we might be proud of getting on the honour roll at school, somewhere in the Universe, a star ended its life cycle with a brilliant bang, a spontaneous combustion of light and heat.
So if our achievements mean nothing in the end, if our goals and ambitions are a striving after the wind…what’s there to live for?
The question isn’t what but Who.
Because even with a Universe of epic proportions, there is Someone even bigger, greater, and more AWESOME.
God.
The One who created the Universe, the One who, with the same hands, forms the stars we see in the sky, and breathes life into plants.
And the crazy part is that this Someone, the Creator of the Universe and of life, cares about us, here on planet Earth. He cares for us so much that, even though he was greater and bigger and more powerful than ANYTHING in the whole Universe, He chose to become one of us.
A human being.
He chose to become like us.
Us, with our selfish, empty dreams and desires.
Us, with our evil actions and thoughts.
Us, born and living as a part of a world of depravity and sin.
Only, the difference between Him and us is that He had none of the above characteristics.
While a supernova happened somewhere across the galaxy, He was born in a smelly stable, under the very same night sky.
While a star evolved into a powerful black hole, He was chatting at a well with a Samaritan woman who had five husbands.
And while a black hole bent light and space, He, the creator of the Universe, hung, dying on a Roman cross—as a man.
It’s crazy.
The Person who orchestrated the life cycle of a star and breathed life into every animal, is the same Person who would get whipped, beaten, and suffocated for a world of people who could care less about their own souls.
And why would he do such a crazy thing?
It all boils down to what matters most.
Love.
It’s as simple as that.
Mind. Blown.

Description

Imagine the smallest thing you could think of. An electron, a proton, an atom, a molecule, a nucleus perhaps?
Then get bigger. Imagine a cell, moving and functioning, a microscopic fragment of life. Next, a beating heart, nestled in a creature, millions of cells combining into tissues all working together to pump blood and oxygen. Imagine that heart pumping blood to the legs of a human being, legs that are moving, running, walking. Then envision the man those legs belong to, a human being striving for their own personal goals, living each day, and eventually dying.
Now let’s get even bigger.
A tree growing; its tall branches reaching toward the sunlight.
A mountain, majestically enormous; its snow-covered peak stretching past the clouds.
An ocean, spreading between continents, with depths as fathomless and unknown.
A continent, a vast land sprawling across the Earth’s crust; its terrain scattered with countries, with cities, with people.
Then, there’s Earth itself.
Our Earth, an enormous planet where four deep oceans, seven continents, thousands of mountains, billions of trees and people, countless beating hearts, countless cells, infinite atoms, and infinite molecules all reside.
An immense giant orb of life floating in the deep void of space, revolving a colossal sphere of burning, whirling hot gases, what we call the Sun.
You can’t get any bigger than the Sun, right?
Wrong.
Imagine, if you can, a star even more massive than the Sun.
A star of stupendous proportions almost bigger than our Solar System—Betelgeuse.
Betelgeuse is an ancient swelling red supergiant, alive with infernal heat, bursting with temperatures 7500 times hotter than the Sun.
A star in the finale of its life.
Finally, imagine a galaxy, where countless planets and stars are in place: swelling, moving, exploding.
A galaxy that resides in the biggest thing of all—the Universe.
It makes our achievements, our goals, our issues seem so insignificant. We human beings, in retrospective to the Universe, are dust. While we might be proud of getting on the honour roll at school, somewhere in the Universe, a star ended its life cycle with a brilliant bang, a spontaneous combustion of light and heat.
So if our achievements mean nothing in the end, if our goals and ambitions are a striving after the wind…what’s there to live for?
The question isn’t what but Who.
Because even with a Universe of epic proportions, there is Someone even bigger, greater, and more AWESOME.
God.
The One who created the Universe, the One who, with the same hands, forms the stars we see in the sky, and breathes life into plants.
And the crazy part is that this Someone, the Creator of the Universe and of life, cares about us, here on planet Earth. He cares for us so much that, even though he was greater and bigger and more powerful than ANYTHING in the whole Universe, He chose to become one of us.
A human being.
He chose to become like us.
Us, with our selfish, empty dreams and desires.
Us, with our evil actions and thoughts.
Us, born and living as a part of a world of depravity and sin.
Only, the difference between Him and us is that He had none of the above characteristics.
While a supernova happened somewhere across the galaxy, He was born in a smelly stable, under the very same night sky.
While a star evolved into a powerful black hole, He was chatting at a well with a Samaritan woman who had five husbands.
And while a black hole bent light and space, He, the creator of the Universe, hung, dying on a Roman cross—as a man.
It’s crazy.
The Person who orchestrated the life cycle of a star and breathed life into every animal, is the same Person who would get whipped, beaten, and suffocated for a world of people who could care less about their own souls.
And why would he do such a crazy thing?
It all boils down to what matters most.
Love.
It’s as simple as that.
Mind. Blown.