“Why, look at the universe He made. Our world is a speck in the Milky way which is a speck in the cosmos. And I am a speck in the world. I am a speck in a speck in a speck. How vast He must be and how insignificant I am beside Him.”
“No, my child,” He says, “Significance is not in size. What of a butterfly’s incandescent wing; the rainbow-adorned cascade of a waterfall; the first cry of a newborn, endearingly helpless, yet filled with such promise? Are they less wonderful, less significant than the exploding stars and cosmic mists? Does a heartbeat have less meaning than the rhythmic pulse of celestial bodies within their spinning galaxies? No, significance is not in size. I am beyond measuring, so size means nothing to Me. Significance is in what I choose to honour. I have chosen to honour you. I dwelled with you, became one of you -- the ultimate favour as I placed your family name in the Godhead.
Try to find significance outside of Me and you are less than a crumb to be brushed away, but look to Me and you are the one honoured by One vaster than a million trillion galaxies.
You see, as you were impaling Me on the Cross, on a map of the universe that lay before all of heaven, I was pinning a flag on your planet proclaiming, for all to see: “The Centre of the Universe. My special dwelling place – by My choice.”