I'm very negative. Yes, it's something I will admit to. I find particularly when I write blog posts very view are happy (although maybe I'm wrong!) it feels most of the time that some form of disaster helps me to write and while this isn't always true I think it says something about why I write.
I write for comfort, to get the 'bad things' down and lock them away in print, because maybe in print when they are stuck onto a page they can't escape.
It takes a lot for me to feel something so very deeply that it reaches passed the sadness that I feel tuned to and when that thing does get through it is normally something that consumes me. Maybe an idea, or an unrealised truth.
Today it's the latter.
Earlier while looking for a USB pen drive I found some sandy dust amongst my papers. My first thought was that it shouldn't be there and I wondered where it had come from. My second thought was that I should throw it away.
My third thought is happening now some twelve hours later when the truth is slowly becoming clear.
In my service on Sunday I used a piece from a book by Brian Harris. It's about how all of us are made by God from the dust of the earth and the breath of God himself. (I'll pause a moment to let the shivers go from down my spine!...)
It's a strange mixture of the precious and the useless, one that I used to underline my point and Jesus point (it was Jesus point first!) of exaltation and humility.
We are the lowly dust of the earth. We are the breath of God. Together we are both worthless and worthy.
