Psalm 8 (ESV)

O Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! You have set your glory above the heavens. Out of the mouth of babies and infants, you have established strength because of your foes, to still the enemy and the avenger.

When I look at 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, and the son of man that you care for him?

Yet you have made him a little lower than the heavenly beings and crowned him with glory and honor. You have given him dominion over the works of your hands; you have put all things under his feet, all sheep and oxen, and also the beasts of the field, the birds of the heavens, and the fish of the sea, whatever passes along the paths of the seas.

O Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!

My God, Our Father in heaven, more than Slogar and Truman is the majesty of your name. It is my solemn and heartfelt prayer that you cause these boys to cherish your name above their own earthly identity. Cause their hearts to pant after your reputation, and not for their last name on the back of a jersey.

Conquer strongholds of sin with Joseph and Gabriel in ways that others would know that it is you who have done great things. The weakness of man is the Lord’s right hand, and in your hand and by your hand, you have made babies and infants. May their mouths be used to further your majesty, but that won’t happen unless they become convinced that your character and your works are worthy of good conversation and song.

I’m speechless having considered the magnitude and majesty of the moon and stars that you fashioned effortlessly with a finger. To then look upon the tiny fingers and feet of this infant and his older brother who is but a baby – to see what detail you have troubled yourself with, to stare with wonder, mesmerized by something so far beyond human engineering – What Mindful Consideration That You Would Care So Deeply For Them?! Who are you that you would stoop so low from your throne and bother yourself with hair, fingernail, muscle, bone, organs and brain? Who are you to put a fluid in an infant that is like no other on the planet – full of all the necessary ingredients to insure life and breath? And what ingenious plumbing to circulate blood by a walnut-size pump that will out-work anything that man has ever made or could make. Astonished – absolutely Astonished?! O that you could send your son in human form that we might taste and see and behold with our own eyes just who this is that weaves skin and bone in the most sacred of places – the womb of a woman!

And what glorious ruin that you would set these boys to lovingly rule a few square feet of fallen earth to your glory. Lower than the angels and yet exalted with a kind of glory that reflects the image of God like no other kind of your creation. May whatever turf you have assigned them in the future be landscaped for your beauty.

I don’t know what lies ahead for Joseph and Gabriel. I don’t know what sufferings and sorrows you intend to use to draw their hearts to you. But O LORD, Our Lord, let not one tear from their eyes be wasted on the fleeting pleasures of sin or the passing away of this present world system. Cause every loss in their lives to awaken the knowledge of Christ as the surpassing treasure that a man could lay his hands on. Cause every provision and joy to further their love and obedience for you, to trust you, and to follow you. Quickly then, make them lovers of Jesus Christ, the one who fashioned them for his own glory.

Putting all my hope in your grace and mercy,

grandpa