terra firma, Andromeda, and mercy upon us

My kids are watching a Christmas movie.  My wife is resting peacefully in our bed after a long day which included a visit to the ER.  She had either really bad indigestion or an angry gall bladder.  I am sitting next to a very nice fire listening to Miserere Mei, Deus (Pslam 51).  Our pug is snoring loudly on the couch next to me.  Life is very peaceful at the moment. 

My family attended a Christmas party last night hosted by the Leonard family.  It was a great time.  Among those in attendance were many of the remarkable men who meet regularly at the Drowsy Poet at 5:15ish on Friday mornings to run and study.  Among the entertainment was a telescope, which always amaze me.  Seeing Saturn and its moons, the Andromeda galaxy (and its hundreds of billions of stars), and even just plain old ordinary stars, boggles the mind.  I cannot help but wonder if the truths which exist here on terra firma can be true throughout the expanses of outward space and the microscopic expanses of unseen molecular worlds.  I am also convinced that as is the case with time, God must exist and flow through space in a synergy which defies measurement.  In looking out I am  reminded of creation in ways that literally take my breath away. 

We have much to be grateful for.  Christ is coming!

Have mercy upon me, O God, after Thy great goodness
According to the multitude of Thy mercies do away mine offences.
Wash me throughly from my wickedness: and cleanse me from my sin.
For I acknowledge my faults: and my sin is ever before me.
Against Thee only have I sinned, and done this evil in thy sight: that Thou mightest be justified in Thy saying, and clear when Thou art judged.
Behold, I was shapen in wickedness: and in sin hath my mother conceived me.
But lo, Thou requirest truth in the inward parts: and shalt make me to understand wisdom secretly.
Thou shalt purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean: Thou shalt wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
Thou shalt make me hear of joy and gladness: that the bones which Thou hast broken may rejoice.
Turn Thy face from my sins: and put out all my misdeeds.
Make me a clean heart, O God: and renew a right spirit within me.
Cast me not away from Thy presence: and take not Thy Holy Spirit from me.
O give me the comfort of Thy help again: and stablish me with Thy free Spirit.
Then shall I teach Thy ways unto the wicked: and sinners shall be converted unto Thee.
Deliver me from blood-guiltiness, O God, Thou that art the God of my health: and my tongue shall sing of Thy righteousness.
Thou shalt open my lips, O Lord: and my mouth shall shew Thy praise.
For Thou desirest no sacrifice, else would I give it Thee: but Thou delightest not in burnt-offerings.
The sacrifice of God is a troubled spirit: a broken and contrite heart, O God, shalt Thou not despise.
O be favourable and gracious unto Sion: build Thou the walls of Jerusalem.
Then shalt Thou be pleased with the sacrifice of righteousness, with the burnt-offerings and oblations: then shall they offer young calves upon Thine altar.
Psalm 51

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