Cosmic Coffee

If you have a religion it must be cosmic.
- C.S. Lewis

Upon my glancing down this morning, I spotted a spiral galaxy of oat milk in my coffee mug. My imagination immediately begins to swirl awake. I can see the stars sparkling in the galaxy. Did our Milky Way galaxy appear in my coffee? For a few moments it swirls like the movement of the cosmos over thousands (millions?) of years. A little splash of milk formed a beautiful little reminder that we are part of something so much bigger than ourselves.

Our struggles and our problems are tiny when we look at the scale of the cosmos. Do we doubt that God can handle our small issues? We are pulled evermore toward the center  (like the pull of gravity into the center of an object of mass) if we look to God and recognize His presence in this grand cosmos. 

We wake up each day on this little planet that was made with the elements exactly perfect for us to live, to breath, to work, and to think. We ruin our own home by blackening it with hatred and anger. We ruin a beautiful earth by destroying the good gift that is ours to enjoy. Look at it from the heavens. A vast expanse of a galaxy we are part of. A beautiful globe we live on. We are all one human race graced with the home we call earth. Why can we not cherish it all?