Lord, why do I have to dust? Is cleanliness next to
Godliness…really?
Aaah – choo! Sniff. Sorry.
I think of God’s temple, and wonder did it have carpet or
were the floors so pristine you could eat off them? I recall God said to Moses,
take of your sandals, for you are standing on holy ground. Well, it was made of
sapphires.
Jesus said to ‘shake the dust off your feet’. Those towns
must have been really dusty. He was also really into footwashing.
Dust, like sin, gets everywhere. There’s no getting away
from it. I sweep the floor and the dust flies everywhere. It’s dry, you can’t shape
it into anything. It flakes off our bodies and makes things dull and dirty.
I went to a funeral were the body was cremated. The
undertakers said the heat from the furnace was really hot and the body gets
dropped into the oven and roasted, then ground into a powder. All that is left
is ashes.
I’ve burned rose thistles and thorns. When burnt up they
shrivel to nothing. Is this what hell is? I don’t ever want to be turned into
blood and bone. Bury me whole, and let the spirit of the living God make these
dry bones live.
Just add water. I think of Jesus, adding his spit to this
dust, making us new and shaping us like a potter with his clay. And then I
rinse my mop and wipe everything clean.
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