I don’t know about you, but I have a pretty vague recollection of my first hand full of dirt.
I know that most people dont’ spend a lot of time dwelling on dirt, they have come to take it for granted.
I remember that dirt, its grittiness, the way it felt cool in my hands, the way it tasted as I haphazardly placed it in my mouth.
That was dirt, and I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to eat it.

I’m sure my parents at some point in time told me, “… don’t eat that.”
I’m sure that they said it was bad, gross, or some other adjective.
I’m also sure that I had a perfectly rational reason for cramming dust,sand and small rocks in my mouth.
That reason is logical: How on earth could my parents know that dirt tasted bad if I never saw them eat it?

It’s this very sort of reasoning of course that got Adam and Eve in trouble in the garden.
It’s not recorded, but it is possible that the snake also said to Eve, “Hey, you don’t see God eating that fruit, how could He know?”

The amazing thing about kids is that they have a reall short amount of memory for important things – things like, “Don’t touch that, it’s hot!” are easily forgotten.
I also must have forgotten that dirt wasn’t all that tasty because I know that I ate some more.
The thought that must have gone through my mind was, “This doesn’t look like the dirt at home…[open mouth – insert dirt].”
And I’m certain that that dirt tasted just as bad…

When I got older I ate some more dirt, I would eat dirt when I crashed on my bicycle.
It was just as gross and gritty, but then I remember the dirt embedded in my skin (assuming that I had skin left on those parts[ouch]).
And in all of that I learned an important lesson: I’m going to die.

Fortunately when I die my body’ll get to be dirt.
And maybe some day, if God waits long enough, some little kid will eat some dirt and that dirt…
that dirt… that dirt will be me

Yeah, I know that’s gross, but it could be true. And besides, it beats watching Ballistic.

Have fun…

Randy