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What of the crumbs under His table? I am worse than a dog. I am the dust under his feet, yet the substance on which His holy fingers wrote.
I am dust. I am beneath the dung heap, for on me all animals desecrate; This is the state of man. How then can dust be called “good” by He who is Good?
This same dust that is trampled under men’s feet and disgraced by the instinct of creatures was the material that the Breath of Life entered.
It was stated in the garden that it was “good”, not “it is finished”. This dust must become a precious stone. Through His guiding hand and the pressure of evil, God omnisciently and sovereignly makes more than we can ever be on our own. He finishes his work. He takes dust, makes man, feeds him the crumbs of life, and resurrects him, and completes His work. Maybe, when our race is over and our battles are done, the words “well done good and faithful servant” will be followed by “You are finished”.