“For He knows how we are formed, He remembers that we are dust.” Psalm 103:14
I have been doing more than a little dabbling in discovering new ways to spend time with God. They are not really new ways at all, I suppose. They are old ways that the old saints used that some of us newer saints are finding to be valuable.
Take for instance the “rhythm of prayer” – choosing to pray at specific times of the day – morning, midday, evening and night, and focusing on particular Bible passages from the Psalms, the gospels or the epistles. It’s not a legalistic thing, but more of a discipline thing. It doesn’t replace a continual communion between God and me, but it puts into place some times when God can guarantee that I will be listening!
Discipline and I are casual acquaintances. We have bumped into each other on many occasions. We are not quite best friends. Someone once told me that if I make “discipline” my friend, one day I will turn around and discover “delight” has joined us.
Today’s prescribed reading is Psalm 103:1-14. The aim is to read through the words slowly and allow them to sink in and give the Spirit room to highlight a word, a phrase or a sentence. I am trying hard not to treat the exercise like an old fashioned Promise Box – picking something out consciously and try to fit it to whatever circumstances I face.
Psalm 103 is a familiar Psalm. I can finish off many of the lines without reading. Some of the lines come with music attached. There is a plethora of words and phrases for the Spirit to highlight, but He waited till the end sentence.
“He remembers that we are dust.”
“The trouble is,” said God to me, “I remember that you are dust…but all too often you don’t! You think that you are something better than dust.”
Dust doesn’t climb any corporate ladders. It’s not interested in how much money is in the bank account. Dust doesn’t wear designer labels or have to have the latest gadgets. Dust doesn’t compare itself with anyone. It has no ambition to win or at least not come last in the game of life.
“I remember that you are dust,” said God to me, “and I’m very good with dust…”
“Then the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being.” Genesis 2:7
Dust in God’s hand is something more than mere dust.