Old dirt in new seasons

Don’t take old dirt into new seasons.

When the Israelites packed up the tabernacle to move, they didn’t scoop up the dirt floor and transport it with the holy things.

They did not gather the soil from where they had been, Only the sacred things bestowed by the Lord were carried forward.

Dirt is ever-present, inevitable, and ugly.

But within the midst of even this, lies the holy,

A purity untouched by the weight of the world.

So, leave the dirt behind, and fix your gaze on the sacred.

For He is as holy in the humble places as in grand marble halls.

And when the time comes to journey on, when seasons shift (and they will),

Let the dirt fall away, for it is not part of you.

Leave it behind,

And carry only what is holy into the waiting dawn of the new season.