Last night I watched Nova, all about Black Holes. Science has eluded me and amazed me all my life. I still struggle to understand the physics dumbed down to my size by young scientists with contagious passion for their work. The photo images of galaxies taken by the Hubble telescope were like the paintings of a grand master. Distances expressed in light years gave some comfort to me that our planet was not in eminent danger of being sucked into those gigantic vacuum cleaner hoses and flattened into a tortilla. But the nightly news continues to remind me that armageddon is just a button on a desk in the White House.
I am reading the Psalms again. Scripture tells me that none of this is new. I look outside my window at a pond and trees, some ducks swimming across without fear. It could all disappear in a nanosecond. Right now I am so awed by creation that I don’t care. I wonder if we will ever know what is inside the black holes?
Psalm 8:3-4 “When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him?”