Friday, July 22, 2016

When the World spins like a Dust Storm

 

The desert is a good reminder of life's fragility. One look around and the message is clear: Lifeless. Unforgiving. Mortal. The only priority when stuck in a desert is the search for water. Every drop of it becomes priceless. Because water is life giving and its absence is death. 

Each speck of dust in a desert is longing for one thing: water. It does not matter how polished or unpolished the speck might be, they all remain in their stillness waiting for life giving water. Without it, nothing in their core can be useful for a thriving living plant, let alone for larger animals who survive on plants. 


Once in a while, the wind blows strong gusts and the dust specks move around. They look full of life as they dance in the air, but they are as dead as before, still longing for real hydration. In the end, they are just part of a dust storm, most likely to end in another desert location, as dry as before. 

When I think about those dust specks, I can't stop thinking about myself. The similarities they carry with human beings. From an outer universe perspective, we look as big and as important as a dust speck, dead in the desert, longing for real water. It does not matter how polished or unpolished we are, we are not catchy enough to be the highlight of the universe. 


Once in a while, the wind blows strong gusts; movements, transformations or revolutions happen. At first, they look full of life and promise, but in the end, they are just part of a dust storm, most likely to end in another desert location, as dry as before. 

Unless... the rain poured strong, heavy and long enough to transform it all. 

Unless... someone bigger than the dust specks, gave them real water. 


There is really nothing we can do to transform ourselves out of the dust speck configuration. No self motivation, no self development and no self improvement. In the end, we all go back to dust. Unless... eyes bigger than our smallness, glanced at our fragility and offered us real water. 

And he did. The one bigger than all of us, Jesus Christ, offered to become small as us, to rescue you and I from the curse of dust, offering a future of life.


Dust storms will come and go, with their own unique formats and different names, but at the end of the day, they are just dust storms, false promises of hope. Tailored to different tastes, aspirations and desires, it may feel cozy and cheerful to be part of our own dust storms titles. 

However, nothing beats the feeling of being tenderly rescued by strong hands, out of the desert, and lovely placed next to a river of living water. 

"Christ Jesus, emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. And being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself and became obedient to death - even death on a cross".

"I came that they may have life and have it abundantly".
 

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