Messages from Young Adults

From One Muddy Soul to Another

            Spending time in nature was one of God’s greatest gifts to humankind. The mere fact that He initially intended us to live in nature itself carries quite a bit of weight when considering such a gift. It’s in this gift I find His true splendor.

            When I read through the Creation story, I am awestruck at the uncanny ability God had (and still has) to literally be able to speak things into existence. For instance, speaking light into existence (Genesis 1: 3), vocally separating the atmosphere in order to create the sky (Genesis 1:6), or even speaking vegetation into being (Genesis 1:11), and the list goes on. I cannot even begin to imagine that kind of power, the sheer limitless, infinite power it would take in order for that to actually be accomplished. If we look at today’s standards, people don’t even listen to half of what someone may say, much less adhere to it. It truly is unbelievable.

            It gets better though, because that old adage – “He saved the best for last” – never rang truer than this. At the pinnacle of Earth’s creation, He chose to make man. I rationalize it like this, simple-minded though it may be: If God made us first (which would attribute some apparent value to the fact that we were created first) and everything else after, Earth would not have been ready for us to inhabit. The fact that He created us after everything was already set in place should show us a loving and nurturing Father. As if that wasn’t enough, everything up till this point was just the ice-cream sundae. The cherry on top is this: God didn’t just create us with a snap of his finger, or a choice word here and there, no. He came down onto the Earth He created, took the dust/mud/dirt (take your pick) He created, and formed man from it.

            The progenitor of our race was formed from the very Earth he was created to rule by the very God who created him to rule it. Created not by a thought or even by word, but by true physical manipulation of a substance we could care less about. God took what He eventually knew would be so easily discarded and made out of it something of such infinite value that He would give all of Heaven to save it. What kind of love could compel someone so to the point of death, and not just a painless death, but one filled with violence, hatred, deceit, betrayal and rage?


“You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates His own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”


Romans 5:6-8


            Whenever I was on the trail, I never gave a second thought to the mud, except that I had to avoid it so I wouldn’t become exceedingly dirty. Looking back, I now realize that this mud actually supports life the world over. It is necessary for growth and ecological balances. It’s not worthless, it’s not trivial, and from one muddy soul to another, neither am I.

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  • Janice A. Becca (Author) said:

    i love the irony…who would think we could relate to mud’s value?

    “It’s not worthless, it’s not trivial, and from one muddy soul to another, neither am I.”

    awesome, Jared!


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