Dust

What of the crumbs under his table? I am worse than a dog. I am the dust under his feet, and the substance on which his holy fingers wrote.

I am beneath the dung heap, for on me all animals desecrate. This is the state of man. But then how can dust be called “good” by He who is Good?

This same dust that is trampled under men’s feet and disgraced by the instinct of creatures was the material that the breath of life entered.

How though, is the creative process completed? It was stated in the garden that it was “good”, not “it is finished”. It is that this dust must become a diamond. Through His guiding hand and the pressure of evil, God omnisciently and sovereignly makes more than we can ever be on our own. He finishes his work. He takes dust, makes man, feeds him the crumbs of life, and resurrects him. Maybe on that day the words “well done” will be followed by “You are finished”.