By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return.” –Genesis 3:19b, NIV
It’s not the constant reminder of the fragility of the human life what I cannot absorb of a camposanto. Maybe it’s the sadness that a cemetery conveys that I can’t take. Or maybe the tears of men and women knowing that they will see their loved ones no more. Or maybe the realization that made from dust, to dust we will return.
Dust… Ugh, that thump we find annoying and a ruin to our cleanliness… The same thing we call “dirt”… That’s the resting place for our earthly, fleshy bodies. The same fate that our Father God declared to Adam and Eve is the same one we are bound to endure… Maybe, I don’t know.
And what about our souls, then? What about our spirit? Will we take memories with us for glory, or punishment? I don’t want my life to become a corporate wasteland, wasted with echoes of foolishness or packages of misused provision. Yet the road with Heaven is paved with pure Hell; it takes someone with willpower and God’s power to walk the heavy road. How willing are we to live a life that honors the One who is worthy to be honored?
I want to live a life that will be pleasing, a life worth living when my time comes to have a speech with the dust.