My reclaimed love of mud happened today with a
colleague while we were chaperoning a hiking trip with a group of our students
from the alternative high school where we teach. Some of them are not
accustomed to doing this type of activity. At the beginning of the trip a
couple students said, “I’m afraid to be in the woods. I’d rather be in the city
where it’s safe.” Others questioned why we were doing this and wondered, what
was the point? When they asked this, I didn’t have an answer at the ready that
would appease them. I knew many reasons for us being there on the hiking trip
but at that second, I couldn’t explain it to teenagers who would rather be at
home asleep or with their friends partying.
In some moments, don’t we ask God the same question
at times? In our prayers, in our questioning or in our anguish of some tragedy
don’t we also ask, “What’s the point?” We have teenage temper-tantrums in hopes
that we will be struck with the answer from above. Meanwhile we miss what is
lying beneath our feet, we fail to stop and focus on the present path we are
hiking. We want the ah-ha moment immediately but I feel that God pauses our
moment in time if we would accept that pause and listen to the quiet. Mud permitted
me to do that today.
The ground was newly defrosted and the mud was extra
squishy. To feel the mud sink beneath me and to see my treads sinking further
into the earth I couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling. I normally don’t like the
feeling of sinking nor do I ever stop to really notice if I am sinking in the
literal sense of life. I like control too much to do this daily. And whenever I
sense myself sinking at work or at home I quickly grab onto the nearest solid
ground and pull myself up to safety. But today was different. I didn’t think
about having to clean off my boots later, I just loved the feeling of being in
the mud, stuck for a moment and sinking further. I was even so bold as to pull
my boot out of the muck and marvel at the outline around the treads.
We were at a natural stopping point on our trip
where a quarry had naturally filled with rainwater over the years to form a
manmade lake. We were enjoying the scenery while our students were climbing
upon lifeguard chairs and floating docks. I think they would have thrown off
their parkas and jumped in to swim had we let them despite the 40-degree air
temperature. In that moment, I realized we were all on unstable ground and
loving it. My students were swaying and rocking on the docks perched in their
lifeguard chair or dangling their faces over the dock. While we, the adults,
were sinking in the mud on the shore. None of us wanted to move. We were at one
with our instability.
Though I wasn’t able to produce a thought-provoking
answer to “the point” of our hiking field trip, I know they did experience one
simple joy in life today when they let their inhibitions go on unstable ground.
Watching them feel free enough to sway with the ripples of the water while we were
free enough to be stuck in the mud made me realize how God waits for us to be
willing to give into Him. Whether we are stuck in mud or swaying on water, God is
our stable ground and the faith we form with Him and with one another is the
solid ground we have as seekers and as Christians.
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