all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind.
Is that the story?
When I first came to China. I taught English to the atheist college students. I played this song, Dust in the Wind for them as they loved to learn English songs, and this one was slow and easy for them to understand.
I asked them if the song was true.
The room was silent and they looked hopeless before me. I could almost cry to see them. They knew they were dust in the wind and had nothing to fight back with against that song. Lord may we and may they find more.
Only Dust in the Wind? No! So Much More
As a high school student, I read Psalm 8 and decided to commit it memory. Why so?
When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,
4 what is mankind that you are mindful of them,
human beings that you care for them?[a]
God is great beyond our imagination, and who are we to this cosmos, this world or especially our most high God? I felt in darkness and like dust, and this Psalm said I was worth something.
The Psalmist cries out for sees that we are only a little lower than the angels and crowned with glory and honor.
Yes, we count for something. He made us in His Image. Yes, we are more then dust in the wind to the one who made us. Jesus, in a pre scientific age said he knows how many hairs are on our our head. It still speaks to us. We do not know about ourselves as much as God does. He knows us better than we know ourselves. So, who are we? Something infinitely important to God, so much so that he died to make us his.