Stand on the rim of the Grand Canyon or fly over the Pacific Ocean. Gaze on the pyramids at Giza that were already more than a thousand years old at the time of the Exodus or hold in your palm a piece of pottery shaped by another hand when Jesus was a boy. Suddenly you see your life for the fragile and brief breath it is. Suddenly you realize the magnitude of this eternal mystery we call "God." You catch your breath. You feel in the pit of your stomach what the psalmist felt when he looked at the starry sky and wrote, "What is man, that you are mindful of him, and the son of man that you care for him?" Amazing! We are small. We are infinitesimal. Our minds are too primitive to comprehend the majesty of God. Our hearts are too small to contain the love of God. Our lives are too short to search out the works of God. Yet! God cares for us.