PBS ran a documentary recently about the Cassini-Huygens mission to Saturn. As usual with these kinds of shows, it focused on “clues” the voyage gives us about the origin of life. When watching nature shows, I always find it more interesting to disregard such pretentious balderdash and just ponder God’s hand in it all.
Saturn’s rings are a collection of ice particles, ranging from grains to barn-sized rocks, madly revolving around the great planet at speeds literally faster than a speeding bullet, violently colliding. Boom. Bang. God knows when each collision will occur. And all we see in pictures and our telescopes is the mysterious beauty of it all. In Lewis-speak, the rings invite us to look at the beam and along it.