Somehow during school we got to talking about aliens. So the question came up. Are there aliens? This led to the next question. Does it even matter?
The world is so big. The distance between planets, solar systems, galaxies. We are just little dots in both a time and a space that seem infinite. Does that make us insignificant? If course not! We were made to be in relationship with the One Who made us. That is all that matters. So what if we are the only beings on the only planet orbiting the only sun? So what if there are countless species of aliens on countless planets and moons across vast stretches of space—or even countless universes? We can be at the center of the universe or in a tiny pocket that the universe has forgotten. None of that matters when we are face to face with the love of our lives.
What seems to matter is from where we get our identity. Is it about being in the center? Being the biggest? The first? If so, then you can feel pretty unimportant when you compare yourself to all creation. If, however, you know your identity is connected to your Creator, then however much else He chooses to create has nothing to do with your worth. He said you were worth the Blood of His Son. What more needs to be said?
When we got married, my husband asked what we would do if I were to realize I were homo- or bisexual--we are weird and have conversations like that, ok? My answer was simple: who cares? Would it be ok for me to cheat on my husband with a man? No. So how would it be ok for me to fool around with a woman? I am face to face with Brian, my husband, for whom I vowed to forsake all others. All others.
The same is true with God. No number of aliens--even zero--will change my purpose in life. I was made to love and glorify Him. My place is secure.