Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday.


Our words affirm who we think we are.
Beyond their truth values, they are powerful spells. They bless. They curse. Though others might get in the way, we ourselves are the ones who are blessed or defiled by what comes out of our own mouths.1
A song written by Joni Mitchell called Woodstock2 in 1969 influenced me through the early 1970s. In the final refrain is a declaration of what Mitchell thought we were.
We are stardust
Billion year old carbon
However, as I’ve come to realize, there is no natural way that we could be stardust and as a metaphor the idea is sentimental nonsense.
There are those who fantasize how that stardust to man might have happened, but the only thing they proclaim is their rebellion against a Creator. Dust from a supernova cannot get back together again no matter how often one waves a magic wand – or a professor’s hand – insisting on billions of years of evolution.
And yet, back in the 1970s, I had no problem believing such mythology. I had no more problem with it than an ancient Greek would have had with Zeus or a Hindu with Krishna. Those were the words spoken to me and those were the words I chose to listen to. Today, I repent of that misleading idolatry.
That our bodies come from the earth is true.3 However, the dust of the earth has never been stardust no more than it has ever been pixie dust.
The words we speak and the words we listen to matter. I can testify – first hand – that God is not mocked. What we sow we shall reap.4
I can also testify that repentance brings more joy than delusion, rebellion and disobedience5.

We sow to the Spirit, not to the flesh.
We reap of the Spirit life everlasting.
Galatians 6:7 KJV – Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.
