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When I Consider . . . (Psalm 8:3-9)

 It’s not a sin to think. It’s just terrible to think wrong. The Psalmist is thinking ___ he calls it considering ___ and declares the result of such thinking. 

“When I consider your heavens,

the works of your fingers, the moon and stars you have set in place,

what is man that you are mindful of him?”

 Well, it’s obvious that when the Psalmist got God in the right place, everything else fell into place. Your heavens, your moon, your stars, your people. God so fashioned the mind that. Given a moment to properly consider, God comes crashing into sight and everything else comes into proper perspective.

 We all think at one time or another that we are or should be in the top spot. The fact is that when we find God, we find that the spot God has for is better than “top”!

We are . . .

 A little lower than heavenly beings

 Crowned with glory and honor,

 Ruler over God’s projects, 

 Everything under his feet, animals of the field, birds of the air and all life in the sea.

 Such a job description! Not such a bad deal after all.

 Think about it! Often.

It’s Just Like God!

God seems seldom inclined to take the expected, predictable route to any of His goals. His people were in bondage in Egypt. Had been for several hundred years. One of the facets of their bondage was the terrible torture of population control and I don’t mean contraceptives. A law was passed that all boy babies for a season were to be put to death. But guess what! Since God knows everything, past, present and future he can trump the enemy’s plans handily and then some.

Examples:

The key Israelite boy baby was hidden in a water-worthy basket at the river.

It was placed at the very spot where Pharaoh’s daughter happened to be bathing.

She spotted the basket, examined it and found the baby pleasing to her sight.

She took the baby back to the palace.

The baby’s big sis, watching from a distance, asked if she might need a baby-sitter. She said yes and . . .

Allowed the baby to grow up in his own house with his own mother being paid to care for him.

When the boy was older he was taken to the palace and declared to be the grandson of Pharoah.

His name? Moses, who would deliver the Israelites from the centuries of bondage.

What a bizarre plan! But it’s just like God. Who has a god like our God?

Think about it!