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I ain't the Mudman.

The name originates from a section of scripture that has haunted me forever. 
John 9...

...he [Jesus] spit on the ground, made some mud with the saliva, and put it on the man’s eyes. ⁷ “Go,” he told him, “wash in the Pool of Siloam” (this word means “Sent”). So the man went and washed, and came home seeing.

In this story, Jesus heals a man born blind by spitting in the mud and rubbing it on his eyes.

Wild huh! Did he get any rocks in his eyes?

I don't know why this has stuck with me, but I find myself excavating more and more meaning from it over time.

For one, I like that Jesus chose to engage with the sick and poor in a time when they were considered dirt. But I think what hits deeper is that He healed everyone differently. And sometimes in wildly bizarre fashion. It's almost like He could see inside each person and decipher what they really needed.

Even wilder, it says...

² His disciples asked him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?” ³ “Neither this man nor his parents sinned,” said Jesus, “but this happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him.

When a dear friend passes, or I lose a job, I always want a perfect explanation for my pain. Like I'm owed a cosmic bow I can tie around it. Maybe it's not always that easy. But I have seen how that new space can create radical growth and healing. And all the sudden others may find themselves in a place where they get to experience real love.

I hope, my friend, that you experience real unwavering love. The kind that stays even if people pass, friends fade, health fades, or jobs disappear. I put love into these vessels with the hope that they too contain some healing magic.If even to bring a little more joy to the world. That's success in my opinion.

From dust we came, and to dust we will return. Let's enjoy it!

Thanks for reading :)