The One Who Made the Dust

My soul clings to the dust; revive me according to your word.
Ps 119:25-32
I lament to God that I cannot see beyond that which is like myself, for I am dust and I cling to the dust. God, who by the Word created the universe, does not ignore my confession or make light of my condition. Indeed, this is the season I celebrate the fact that the Word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen his glory, the glory as of a father’s only son, full of grace and truth [John 1:14]. The One who made the dust became dust that I might be united with him in life, in death, and beyond.

O you who made all flesh, how can I begin to celebrate the mystery of the Word-Made-Flesh? Help me to celebrate aright your coming, that I may truly experience your presence in my life. I pray in the Name of the One who understood me, and who taught me to pray: Our Father...