Yes, dusting. Probably one of my least-favorite cleaning tasks as it will always have to be repeated and the dirtiness happens by the fault of none; over time dust will seemingly just gather for no reason.
So I went about my duty, dusting diligently, when I eventually happened upon a remote table that didn't seem to need any dusting. I let out a sigh of relief; it was pretty sizable. However, when I swiped my finger along the table's surface, I noticed it left a streak of shiny wood, while the surrounding tabletop suddenly seemed very dusty.
It's weird, I thought to myself, sometimes I feel like that's all it takes, a few fingerprints, and a dusty object is easy to spot.
How much in my life is a similar story?
As I let my mind sit idle, my thoughts unbridled, don't I feel like everything is perfectly fine, no need for any cleaning up in here, thankyouverymuch? But as soon as I have something to compare the state of my mind to that is pure, say scripture, or a good sermon, I realize how dusty it has become. Perhaps with lack of use, or simply lack of reflection; am I keeping my mind and my thoughts dusted? Or, like the table, are they gathering dust unnoticed?
Just a thought.
