Our solar system contains a lot of junk. Planets, moons, comets, and asteroids sail along in a pool, dirty with bits left over from creation and debris from celestial collisions. Engineers design spaceships to withstand the constant cosmic sandstorm—less dense than the earthly variety but much faster. Typical particles zip along at 20,000 miles per hour.
Fortunately, micrometeorites are tiny—one-quarter of a hair’s thickness. But even little things can add up big. Every year, 30,000 tons (that’s 16,700 gross weight Cessna-206s or 7 million gallons of milk) of extraterrestrial dust settles gently on oceans, fields, and rooftops.
God used some of that dirt when He formed “… the man from the dust of the ground and then breathed into his nostrils the breath of life …” His pouring divine spirit into stellar dust uniquely equipped us to manage His creation. He named us His world’s rangers, His property’s caretakers, and His vineyard’s stewards. Our instructions? Administer, don’t exploit; guide, don’t abuse; shepherd, don’t devour; wait for my return.
So, what happened the last time creation’s groan stirred your quest for sonship?
Genesis 1:24-31; Genesis 2:4-25; Romans 8:18-27; Matthew 13:31-43; Matthew 25:34-40
Excerpt from Call For News-Reflections of a Missionary Pilot
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