Dust That I Am

From the Archives. The following article first appeared on TrinityMemphis.org in 2009.

Consider for a moment what goes in to making one of those tiny semiconductors. Remember the circuit board from an old radio with its transistors and diodes soldered into place? Take a thousand of these and shrink them down to one one thousandth of a postage stamp, with all of those tiny lines still etched in place, with tiny little circuits that switch on and off, each line only a few microns thick.

The biggest enemy in making a semiconductor is dust. In the sub-microscopic layers that make up a computer chip, a tiny speck of dust would ruin an otherwise perfect chip. One tiny microscopic particle could cause a chip to fail and conceivably bring down a jet plane, put a train on the wrong track, or stop a pacemaker. We’re not talking about regular room dust either, but very, very, tiny molecules of dust.

The manufacturers are constantly waging war against dust. Specially built “clean rooms” have air scrubbers that run day and night filtering and refiltering the air. Workers must don special garments made of non-woven cloth. As they enter and leave the workplace, they step on sticky mats that grab at any loose particles. Once inside, they don protective “footies” to contain anything that the sticky mat might have missed. And yet, dust still creeps in. Wherever there is human activity, it seems, there will be dust.

The tiniest speck of dust can ruin a microchip and cause it to be rejected and thrown into the furnace to be remelted.

A chip with even the tiniest speck of dust is rejected. Workers don’t examine a chip and say, “this one is practically dust free, it will pass,” or that one and say “taken on the whole, these tiny specks are insignificant.” In the clean room, there is no such thing as insignificant dust.

The same with heaven. There is no sin. God is perfect. He is dust free, as it were. As we enter heaven, we are inspected. Even the tiniest, most seemingly insignificant sin is enough to get us rejected. No amount of good in our lives will make up for that one, tiny, itty-bitty speck of sin that gets us rejected. Of course, none of us have just one, tiny, itty-bitty speck of sin. We are polluted with it through and through. Just as nourishment came to us in our mother’s womb, so did sin.

But no matter. Unlike the clean rooms in Silicon Valley, Jesus Christ removes all of our “dust.” No matter how filthy, how grimy, how dust filled our lives, the blood of Christ makes us spotless. Each and every child of God is perfect— perfect enough to stand in the presence of a perfect God.

About the Author: David Brugge is a Layman at Trinity where he serves as an Elder. He attended St. Paul’s College High in Concordia, MO. and Concordia College in Seward, NE.