Is Anybody Out There? Part II

Any Sunday school-going American kid could probably sing Jesus Loves Me--it's one of the standard little kid Sunday school ditties. We know the words by heart and as we get older we learn more. I eventually learned The Lord's Prayer, the Twenty-Third Psalm, and the Apostles Creed which I had to learn for Confirmation.

Here's the thing--SETI sits at a telescope and searches the sky for signs of intelligent life, other people toy with Ouija boards, and still other people search for solace in the religion of their choice, so the real question in everybody's mind isn't "Is anybody out there", but the root of the search (at least in my mind) is "If there is somebody out there, do they care about me?"

I never felt like I could sing Jesus Loves Me, because I could never be sure that Jesus loves me. He may love us collectively, but there's got to be what, something like 6 billion people on the face of the Earth and I keep thinking that to God we must look like ants on a sugar cube. I'd like to feel like more than an insignificant speck whirling around in the universe.