“It layered itself like a fuzzy film along baseboards I didn’t often clean. It gathered on books I hadn’t opened in years. Dust marked what I liked to forget.
“Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return,” the clergy would recite on Ash Wednesday in the church of my childhood.
I remember a jumble of moments in that building whose stained-glass windows rose above our high school football field. My breath caught in my chest at Easter when the chancel choir sang from Handel’s Messiah. I puzzled over a benediction one pastor gave each week that called us to remember that we are being redeemed. I can’t say I remember much at all about the dust…”
Excerpted from the article “What God Does with Dust” in today’s Bearings Online. Click here to read more.
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