To the Chief Musician. On the instrument of Gath. A Psalm of David.
1 O LORD, our Lord, how excellent is Your name in all the earth, who have set Your glory above the heavens!
2 Out of the mouth of babes and nursing infants You have ordained strength, because of Your enemies, that You may silence the enemy and the avenger.
3 When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon and the stars, which You have ordained,
4 What is man that You are mindful of him, and the son of man that You visit him?
5 For You have made him a little lower than the angels, and You have crowned him with glory and honor.
6 You have made him to have dominion over the works of Your hands; You have put all things under his feet,
7 All sheep and oxen–Even the beasts of the field,
8 The birds of the air, and the fish of the sea that pass through the paths of the seas.
9 O LORD, our Lord, how excellent in Your name in all the earth!
The first thing you have to notice here is that this psalm starts and ends with the same thought. O LORD our Lord, how excellent is Your name in all the earth! The rest of the psalm reminds me of my wife. I have often said that she is superior to me in every way except when it comes to skill at picking a spouse.
In the midst of rightly stating how God is smarter than the smartest, stronger than the strongest, and richer than the richest, the psalmist is left baffled with why would God even bother wasting His attention on us. We are unintelligent beasts, barely even able to keep ourselves alive, and certainly unable to keep ourselves out of trouble. We can try to earn His favor, but so often that ends with us realizing we can never earn it solely on our own merit and must stoop to comparing ourselves to what we feel is easy competition and say at least I’m not . . .
In the end the only honest response, and the one I believe pleases God the most is when we simply defer to the fact that He IS flawless, and if He chose us, then there must be something there that we in our broken unfinished state can’t see yet. We then must repent for trying to prop ourselves up on the shortcomings of others in a vain attempt to slant the grading curve in our favor, and submit ourselves to let the master craftsman finish His work in us so that we may outshine not our fellow man, but our former selves.