“…By the sweat of your face you shall eat bread, till you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken; for you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” – Genesis 3:19
Today my in-laws are attending a funeral for a middle-aged man that, over a number of years, became something of a son to them. They recently visited him one morning, and later that same day, he unexpectedly died. It’s been a big blow to them, like burying one of their children.
One of the things I’ve become acutely aware of, as I’ve aged, is the increasing frequency of funerals of people I love, people I know, people I know of. This observation has caused an awakening within me of how brief our time truly is for our walk within God’s Creation.
Stories of Dust
At birth, we each step into a story that has already begun. Siblings, cousins, parents, grandparents, friends, all are in our story, but we also step into their story. Wars, famines, conflicts, and more were all underway before we were a twinkle in our mothers’ eyes. Yet when we come upon the stage of life, we somehow feel that we “own” our time, not appreciating that our time is on loan from God.
Within God’s divine plan, spanning thousands of years for the progeny of Adam, most of us are simple accouterments to His design. Dust we are and dust we shall return to.
Our story in human history will close. Nevertheless, we are much loved by God. We are offered eternal life in God’s kingdom through Jesus. And out of His love, we are given and provisioned with a role designed just for each of us. How wonderful is our Father, how faithful is our Savior, how trustworthy is the Holy Spirit! Indeed, even as dust, we are greatly blessed.