Let's Get A Little Muddy

As a child, one of my favorite things to do was to play in the mud, much to my mother's dismay. There was something about the mud and getting dirty that I loved. Mud got everywhere. In my hair. Under my nails. On my clothes. So, I was only allowed to play in the mud in clothes that were not my best. Only natural.

As I grew older, I found that I still love to play in the mud. When I was 16, playing football on a rainy day, in the mud, with the boys, was a lot of fun. I can confidently say, I've never been the overtly feminine type.

Now, as a woman pushing 40, I still love to play in the mud.

So, it was of no surprise to anyone who knows me well that when the pastor of our church talked about getting muddy and having a kiddie pool of mud on the stage, and his asking for people to come up, that I went.

Of course, there is this child in me that is all excited. I get to play in the mud, in church.

But, there was a point to it.

As Christians, we tend to forget that we used to play in the mud. Our lives aren't as nearly perfect as we tend to think they are. We struggle with addictions and lack of faith and various other imperfections. But, yet, we are not willing to get into the mud and play.

The only way to win people to Christ is to do what He did: Meet them where they're at. Play in the mud. Get dirty with them, while all the while keeping our eyes focused on God.

Christ met me in my mud puddle. He met you in your mud puddle. He'll meet everyone in their mud puddle. But, as His children and disciples, we need to get muddy and meet those, both lost and found, in the mud puddle of their life.

And, like how my feet got a small "spa treatment" and felt soft after being in the mud yesterday, we will get dirty, but we'll also get something unexpected from being in the mud with someone else.

I don't know about you, but I'm ready to get in the mud.