How is it that a human being can look up into an infinite darkness peppered by thousands of dazzling stars, and not see the hand of God? We go to our museums and "ooh and aah" over paintings by famous artists, and yet when we leave our houses we fail to see the glory of our Master Painter. He has painted for us a world of beauty to enjoy, and we deny Him due praise while we honor men and women who imitate Him.
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?
Everything that we dream up on paper was first painted for us in full across the earth and sky. Even the most expensive and beautiful painting is only an image of the original.