Oh the things the dirt beneath our feet has seen: the endless books that could be written, the eyewitness accounts of everything done in secret, looked upon with suspicion by the eyes below, and fortunately, countless other things smiled upon as well.
The eviction notice from that grand estate known as Eden, the foothills of Sinai, the ground that was guest to both the lion as well as Daniel, the dirt that showed no more favor toward that wicked Haman, than that good man Mordecai; the ground that was base for the towering Babel or the pyramids, and the dirt that was receptive for the donkey as it carried the Messiah was equally immune to the treachery of the king who ordered the killing of the innocents.
The dirt beneath our feet is always so demure, silent, inoffensive, magnificent, and is slow to cast aside as useless everybody and everything which rails against it, yet it yields; it provides food, shelter, and it keeps man ‘grounded.’ The dirt is in fact, perfect in every conceivable way.
But man trods the ground as if it is our doormat, stampeding our causes while crushing the origin of life from our very nature, as if WE own the title-deed to the real estate of clay and dirt known as earth. Yes the dirt, the dust, the ground of the earth bear witness to the deeds of men, and has every right to spew out they who despise the very ground that we all call home.
But is it fair to say we despise it if we unknowingly walk as trespassers? Key word there, unknowingly. We take heed to the pins that mark our turf, but ignore the One who gave us iron for the pins, and the dirt for ‘our’ apples.
What band of new age techies, what collective group of so-called brilliant scientists, or what copyright office can take credit for ‘naming’ this place we live and move and have our being in called earth? Who decided to call the carpet of dirt earth? When did men agree that yes, in every tongue, ‘earth’ was a fine name for the ‘thing’ under our feet.
Oh wait, perhaps there was a committee. A round table of suggestions after polls were taken. What shall we call this place……….? interpret the languages of the world, and however it is translated, it is still terra firma.
That’s right, every mouth is stopped, for the Creator alone has naming rights for this place known as earth, and apart from God, men are but trespassers on another man’s property.
That which composes the structure of man (the dust of the ground) recognized life gone sideways, and not just a death, but a violent one, and the first would be father to so many more.
Is it any surprise that so many learn, practice, teach, and perfect the ways of Cain?
To have such rebellion residing in the heart to actually snuff the life from a brother, and mind you, for reasons that concerned righteousness, one should most certainly inquire: where did this idea spring from? Abel was not put to life’s end because he was a misfit and had caused misery to others or was somehow worthy of such a death, no, he was murdered for no other reason than the sin conquering spirit of Cain.
The hidden rage of the human heart in all its darkening glory was revealed clearly through the brother of Abel. Today, people are more polite and through refinement of manners and feigned principle, have managed to keep the murdering spirit at bay, but this does not mean the intent of Cain is not still alive and kickin.
There are many criminals roaming the earth who simply have not been caught. The iron bars do not determine the crime, for the vice of man abides in many a free man. Jail simply magnifies the obvious.
Cain acted according to his rules of morality and his pretended way of spirituality; he did what was right in his eyes, it was right for HIM to slay his brother, as if he was accountable to no one. Yep, Cain was the inventor of ‘that way,’ so the earth cried out. And the earth has been crying out ever since.
But after all, and then again, dirt does talk, coming through the voice of man. Did you ever consider why so many farmers are believers? They understand the voice of the earth, as sanctified dirt is a great teacher. The times, the seasons, life, birth, death, labor, sweat, beauty, sweat, promise, rain, sowing, harvest, sweat, lambs, wolves, cattle, weeds, flowers, corn, crops, yoking, famine, hunger, sacrifice, blessing, sweat, faith, grass, tares, wheat, all speak to the glory of God and His lights and perfections.
Studying the hands of Mr and Mrs. farmer, they display a savor of life, so unlike the hands of the mischievous. Cain used his hands to fulfill that which abode in his heart, and heard: ‘the voice of thy brothers blood crieth UNTO ME from the ground………….’
For goodness sake, we should pay attention to Cain’s way, but heck, the Creator is a given.