in progress
from dust we come and to dust we will go. so why are we content with living in the empty shadow of the mundane? in secret, we hope for glory and fame, and yet as our flesh turns to dust all we can claim is our name and perhaps the pain that we gained from this game called life.
we are so busy pursuing those things that in the end, moths will eat and rust will destroy. filling our minds and our hearts with kisses of futile adventures, we want to get lost in something so overwhelmingly bigger than us. yet when the clock strikes midnight, we aren’t satisfied, because we got to dance with the prince, but we remember that from dust we came and to dust we will go.
so what do we do?
i think the only thing we can do is plead to the One that defied death. the One that can put flesh on dry bones, raising up an army of very awake men from the valley of the dead. the One that we crucified. the One that i now glorify, and identify myself with because he supplied my dry and weary soul with fountains of living joy.
He proclaims a love that i can’t comprehend. a love that extends to the weak, that i don’t need to defend because it transcends all of my fears. if i am capable of such brutality as crucifying my beloved, then why did he go to the throne for me, to beg for mercy on my behalf? this is a love that i cannot understand. so here i am on bended knees with a broken heart to a holy Savior, asking Him to take my life to the refining fires.
