God Dust

There is no such thing as nothing. Nothing “exists” in the same way in which darkness does: it is the absence of something. We who claim the title “creationists” often say that all that is was created “ex nihilo” or “out of nothing.” This makes no sense. If something is made from nothing, then nothing would have substance—a logical conundrum. We would be made up of nothing. Those who contend that we are the result of the “Big Bang” say that we are made of stardust.We consist of an almost incomprehensibel number of interactions and reactions between particles which originated in an extremely ancient “explosion” which itself resulted from an incredibly small bundle of pre-matter. What was outside of this, few attempt to explain; what it expanded into, what it displaced, no one can tell. The primary point of agreement is that we exist, we consist, we have substance. So, then, of what does substance consist? Scripture, especially in the writings of Paul, repeatedly uses the phrase “In Him.” In my favorite text, all things are “of Him.” If we are “of Him” and if we exist “in Him,” then we are of the very substance of God and we exist within Him: “in Him we live, move and exist (The Acts of the Apostles chapter 17 verse 34). We are made of and within Him; we are maintained within Him and return to Him (Pauls’ Letter to the Romans, Chapter 11 verse 36). We are not stardust; we are God dust. Now to be perfectly clear I am not suggesting that, being made of God dust, we worship the dust. We are not God—He does not require us to exist or function. Rather, we exist only because He does. He is the framework upon which we depend; the form which shapes us; the oxygen, water and nutrients on which we subsist. We breathe Him, drink Him, eat Him whether we acknowledge Him or not. There is no outside to God within which He exists. In some mystical way, all that is exists within Him. We are alive, function and have our very being within the universe that is Him—the Universe that is all that is. We are saturated in Him. Between every organ of our body, between and within every cell, every atom, every subatomic particle, there is God—or rather, it is all God dust—every thing that is consists of Him, yet is separate from Him. Ah what grand mystery, what wondrous quandry. How beautiful and how glorious, how mysterious and beautiful is He in Whom we exist! Being of Him, we are stamped with His image, His likeness; our DNA codes His reflection into our body, soul and spirit—We are bone of His bone, flesh of His flesh, spirit of His Spirit, yet not Him. As mirror reflects a clear likeness, so we reflect an inexact but real likeness of Him from whom we are, from Whom we derive action, life and being. God dust—You, me and all that is. 12.26.12