I love the song “Friend of God.” Maybe it’s because I grew up in a church that made it really popping. Kirk Franklin’s version frequents my car rides in the morning to work (well, all of his works do, let’s be honest).
I always get choked up when I hear, “Who am I, that you are mindful of me?”
I tear because I think, “Yeah, Lord, who AM I? I’m a hot mess.”
But as I read Psalm 8 today, I realized that I have been reading this verse wrong my entire life. This question isn’t a rhetorical one meant to convict, but a legitimate question meant to encourage you:
When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers—
the moon and the stars you set in place—
what are mere mortals that you should think about them,
human beings that you should care for them?
Yet you made them only a little lower than God
and crowned them with glory and honor.
You gave them charge of everything you made,
putting all things under their authority—
the flocks and the herds
and all the wild animals,
the birds in the sky, the fish in the sea,
and everything that swims the ocean currents.
Who is humanity, that God would pay attention to us? We are his prized creation, made in his image, in control and entrusted with the entire earth.
We are more than just his friends. We are just a little lower than God and crowned with glory.
This isn’t rhetorical. This is telling you EXACTLY who you are to God.
(and it convicts me even more–because rarely do I honor this God-given image)