Dust and Dreams

“You could not perceive,
how to be
Just rest in this and I will
give you eyes to see
In dust is hope,
just so you know
And I will pull you through
if you let go…
Dust and dreams….”



There is a frail and fine line that separates our dreams from dust. Although we would like to think they are worlds apart, in reality it is quite the opposite. In fact, we tend to believe things are just fine and we fight to hold on to our dreams, even when our realities are crumbling. Coming to terms with the reality of dust is too overwhelming for us, so we create illusions and get in bed with denial to maintain our dreams.

What is dust? Is it shattered dreams, a failing marriage? Death? I think it's all of those and ultimately we spend our lives building castles in the sand that we think will stand the test of time free from dust, but they don't. Although we long to live forever, our lives, it seems, are fashioned toward eventual dust. Many realize a foretaste of dust in the shattering of dreams along the way. Suffering, in this sense, is part of the human experience. Lament and loss are realities that we need to learn to live with. This is hard to bear and in the thick of it, dust is a substance that wont let us see past it. Dust is disorienting.

In a cloud of dust, if you try and clear it by flailing, you will fail and go mad. With every attempt to escape dust, we stir up more and cause increased suffering for ourselves. Our impulse is to fight it, to plan an escape, to find an answer for why we are in it, or how we will get out. It's futile. The dust has a way of razing our wills along with our lives. Dust demands we wait… until it settles, until the smoke clears, until we are transformed by it. Waiting in the dust gives hope a chance to work its way in.

Most people fear the dust because it represents the greatest loss of the hope we had. Dust is death. Fortunately there is a rumour circulating out there about a God that conquered dust and death. Rumour has it that the way out is through waiting in the dust and calling on the one that saves – calling in agony and despair – for this lament is honest and real. In the right time, new hope enters our dust in the form of a loving God to reveal new possibilities. Whether its the dust of broken dreams or death itself, God is the one who takes the dust and fashions new hope that leads to joy and a restored future. This is the power of the resurrection of Jesus. Be hopeful, even if its dusty where you are.

Have a listen to a song called “Dust” by Hope and Social that has gripped me this last week. http://music.hopeandsocial.com/track/dust-3


Tears are pouring out….

As a father of four kids all within or close to the ages of the kids whose lives were taken today, I grieve and mourn for the victims at Sandy Hook Elementary School. The senseless violence that seemingly goes unchecked in our society continues to erode the fabric of what it means to be human. We demand justice. Feelings of anger and rage are brewing in a cauldron of increasing tears as hearts are torn wide open. Can you feel their loss? If you are human, this will tear something away from you too.

A self inflicted gunshot wound seems to be the standard escape from any accountability for such heinous acts. We see this more and more. Selfishly, shooters bow out with a personal bullet. I hope the parents and victims of this crime would cling to the hope that escaping in this way just ushers in God's judgement sooner. In one hand God holds and consoles the broken hearted, and in the other judges evil justly.

I imagine many presents for these taken children were already wrapped. In my mind I see stockings hung with their names on them. I sense the hope of all that Christmas brings filling their little lives with joy. There most certainly were letters to Santa already written and parts well rehearsed for the Christmas play. These children were looking forward to seeing grandma and grandpa. They were at the height of hope and innocence in their short lives. Now they are gone.

If there was ever a time when we could turn back time, that time is now.

I leave you with this. Many children were lost today and we cannot change that. We must mourn with the victims…embrace their loss like it's our very own. It is good to lament. Perhaps what makes this so difficult is that soon we turn our eyes to celebrate a child coming; the Christ child…the one whom was foretold would save us from our sins with a new type of kingdom; a kingdom where peace prevails and people are restored and healed on earth as it is in heaven. This may seem a distant vision from the vortex of the current pain, but this Kingdom is on its way, already breaking in. Take comfort in knowing that the Christ child knew suffering, for He was broken and taken also.