Sermon In the Mud

Some of the shovel army tackle the pool after the backhoe did 

what it could to relieve it of the mud that filled it eight feet deep and 

overflowed another few feet thick throughout the back yard area.

"I'd rather see a sermon than hear one any day;
I'd rather one should walk with me than merely tell the way.


The eye's a better pupil and more willing than the ear,
Fine counsel is confusing, but example's always clear;


And the best of all preachers are the men who live their creeds,
For to see good put in action is what everybody needs.


I soon can learn to do it if you'll let me see it done;
I can watch your hands in action, but your tongue too fast may run.


And the lecture you deliver may be very wise and true,
But I'd rather get my lessons by observing what you do;


For I might misunderstand you and the high advice you give, 
But there's no misunderstanding how you act and how you live."


- Edgar A Guest


And so, with Mr. Guest's words in mind, I further reflect on what I have come to call: "The Sermon in the Mud".  The backstory is in the previous post.


A week has passed since we took on the task of helping nearby neighbors clean up their homes after massive December mudslides overwhelmed them.  Since then, the feedback from these folks has been quite remarkable.  One of the neighbors told our house church hostess that "the entire tone of the neighborhood" has changed since the volunteers came to help.  Another neighbor told her that he really wants to come and cook us all breakfast!  Yet another neighbor left a couple of boxes of baked goods as a gift on her porch.  Along with it was a thank you card that affirmed that the efforts to help were much appreciated.  

Instead of "church" (i.e. our usual practice of breakfast, followed by worship, Bible teaching and discussion and interpersonal ministry) on Sunday morning, we had a "Sermon in the Mud" of the kind Mr. Guest would have approved.  So what was the "message" of the sermon that morning?


Well, in fact, I did gather everyone in the midst of the mud fest for a moment or two to thank them for their efforts that day and to point out something quite biblical.  "All things are NOT good," I asserted.  "That's not what the Bible teaches.  It was NOT good that these families were affected by these mudslides.  It was NOT good that this happened to them.  But, God has turned it for good.  


That's what the Bible teaches in Romans 8: 28: "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose".  That was the essence of "the sermon in the mud" that day and it is a message that continues to reverberate - and will continue to reverberate - in the relationships that were formed, deepened and blessed by the "sermon that could be seen".  

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Dirty for God - A Dream Comes True, Part One

Who ever knew that mud, lots and lots of mud, metric tons of mud, could feel so good?

When we first visited the scene, mud was the enemy.  In the storms that smashed through Southern California at Christmas time an avalanche of mud was born in the hills of the wilderness park just behind the dozen or so homes on Cabrillo Street.  This is the neighborhood in Foothill Ranch where our house church meets.  We believe ourselves to be called to it and we have responded to this call in a wide variety of ways over the past two years.  Now, the mud was changing everything about our call and our response.

(there will be many more photos in future posts)

When we first visited the worst hit home, it was overwhelming.  Their back fence and wall had buckled under the mudslide that entirely filled the eight foot deep pool.  The heavy goop and dirt was then piled four feet deep against the back of the home before sluicing out the sides toward the street.  Homes on both sides were also severely affected.  The cleanup would require a large team, heavy equipment and lots of money.  The homeowners association struggled to understand the limits of its responsibilities.  This was county mud, city mud, not Association mud.   The homeowners' insurance company apparently doesn't do mud.  The family was literally stuck in the mud without a clue as to how they were going to pay for and remove the liquid hill that had melted into their living space.

For us, there was no hesitation.  Our mission to empower everyday people to take the ministry of Jesus to everyday places meant we needed to act.  But we are not a large group, even when you count kids and teens.  So, we decided to start somewhere with a response - something to say "we're here and we care".  Restaurant gift cards were purchased and tucked into handmade cards which were then signed and delivered to fourteen households.  The responses to this simple act of kindness were good and the conversations it opened led us to better understand the needs and how we might further respond.  That's when the miracles really began!

I have often said that the kingdom of God is "bigger on the inside than it is on the outside".  If you could have watched what happened last weekend, you would have understood how true this little phrase is.  That's because, in His mercy, God provided resources way beyond anything that could be guessed by looking at our little family of believers.  The Goliath of a mudslide was about to feel the impact of a little David of a church.

One of our members, Eric Brown, works in the construction field.  After church on the weekend before last, we walked as a group over to the two worst - hit homes and surveyed the damage for ourselves and pledged to respond.  Eric led the charge and, before long, had rounded up a Bobcat, dump trucks, and a backhoe.  The people who owned this equipment and would run it were practically volunteering to spend a Saturday on rescuing these families from the worst of the mud.

Many more calls were made by Eric and by others of us in the church and a small army of teens, children and grownups with shovels and other implements arrived in shifts to do their part.  Others helped with food and assorted support tasks.  The families on the receiving end of all this struggled to understand what was going on.  What was it that was motivating these people to help them out of a five star jam?  The impact was growing.  The genius of the gospel was being expressed in some very simple and focused ways and the message of love, care and divine inspiration and provision was rising through the dirt, mud and sandbags in to the hearts of us all.  We were getting dirty for God and boy did it feel good!

(To be continued!)

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