“What is man—and of course the writer means all of us puny little insignificant creatures—what is a mere human being that God who made the immense universe should ever notice?' She chuckled. 'The sky does take you down to size.'

Not even big as bugs. Not even a speck of dust to the nearest star,' Angel agreed.

But the psalmist answers his own question. "Thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honor..." '

What?' Angel asked, not sure she had heard right.

A little lower than the angels, crowned with glory and honor.'

The real angels? Do you believe that?'

Yes, Angel, I do. When people look down on me, and these days'—she laughed shortly—'these days everyone over the age of five does. When people look down on me, I remember that God looks at this pitiful, twisted old thing that I have become and crowns me with glory.”