Friday’s Factoid 24 (by Titus and Joel)

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When the moon is new and dark and there are no clouds you can see about 3000 stars in the sky but with a little telescope you can see about 100,000. The brightest star we can see is Sirius. Last night we saw it from our lanai. Jupiter was brighter but it is not a star (Joel, 7 1/2).
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The sky is like an umbrella. The North Star is called Polaris and it is the middle of the umbrella. It never moves but all the other stars turn around it. The Big Dipper points to Polaris so you can always know where it is (Titus, 9).

Thanks AstroBob for the great illustration!
Thanks AstroBob for the great illustration!

N is for…

This Week’s Memory Verse: N is for…
“Night will be no more. They will need no light of lamp or sun, for the Lord God will be their light, and they will reign forever and ever.” -Revelation 22:5

Quasar Image curtesy Yahoo News
Quasar Image curtesy Yahoo News

While we were studying relatively small and unassuming space rocks this week Astronomers were being wowed by the discovery of the largest known structure in the universe now dubbed the “Huge Large Quasar Group.” It’s so big that scientists say according to the Cosmological Principle it shouldn’t even exist. This particular cluster of 73 Quasars is some 4 billion light years across. Compare that to the distance from our galaxy, The Milky Way, to our nearest neighbor, The Andromeda Galaxy, which is a mere 2.5 million light years away. Gives us even more reason to sing the following hymn with gusto!

Hymn of the Week: “O Worship the King” (Robert Grant)

O Worship the King, all glorious above,
O gratefully sing His power and His love;
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days,
Pavilioned in splendor and girded with praise.

O tell of His might, O sing of His grace,
Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space.
His chariots of wrath the deep thunder clouds form,
And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.

Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;
It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.

Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail;
Thy mercies how tender! how firm to the end!
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer and Friend.