Watch this gorgeous visual of the universe as we know it at present.
And then contemplate this: God knows and loves each individual person, no matter how hidden and obscure, on our tiny, insignificant planet.
The God who created the universe you have seen above, loves each of us so much that he would have become incarnate as a human being and died and risen again for each of us.
As C. S. Lewis put it in The Weight of Glory:
You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations-these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendours.
We scrubby, broken, frazzled men and women are immortals. The unfathomably immense and beautiful universe in this video is not. Lewis could have as truly said:
The life of the universe is to ours as the life of a gnat..
We are immortals with a profound responsibility for the care and nurture of a glorious work of divine art called earth. But it is not because the earth is immensely old and we come and go like the grass.
It is because we are immortals who have been given the unspeakable and completely undeserved privilege of participating in the eternal life and loves of God himself. And God created, loves, cherishes, and holds in being our terrestrial home at every moment.
How can we take such a reality in?
Enough! the Resurrection, A heart’s-clarion! Away grief’s gasping, ' joyless days, dejection. Across my foundering deck shone A beacon, an eternal beam. ' Flesh fade, and mortal trash Fall to the residuary worm; ' world’s wildfire, leave but ash: 20 In a flash, at a trumpet crash, I am all at once what Christ is, ' since he was what I am, and This Jack, joke, poor potsherd, ' patch, matchwood, immortal diamond, Is immortal diamond.