Today’s a new day!
I grew up in a different generation.
We played in the dirt until the streetlights came on. We climbed trees, rode our bikes without helmets, scraped our knees, and somehow survived. We came home covered in mud, sweat, and stories.
If you had something on your face, chances are your mom or grandma would lick her thumb or use a little spit to wipe it away before anyone else noticed. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was an act of love. Nobody thought twice about it.
It was a simpler time.
I also grew up in churches where pastors weren’t trying to become celebrities. They weren’t worried about likes, followers, or building a personal brand. They opened the Bible, preached the truth, called people to repentance, and pointed everyone to Jesus. Sometimes the sermons made you uncomfortable. Sometimes they stepped on your toes. But you left knowing you had encountered God’s Word, not just another motivational speech.
Today, so much has changed.
Many children rarely play outside. Screens have replaced backyards. Adventure has been traded for entertainment.
Many parents would never imagine using spit to clean a child’s face. We’ve become increasingly concerned with appearances, convenience, and comfort.
And sadly, much of the American Church has changed too.
Far too many pulpits have exchanged the Gospel for self-improvement.
Messages about sin have been replaced with messages about success. Repentance has been replaced with positive thinking. The cross has been overshadowed by personal branding.
Instead of shepherds feeding the flock, many churches have become stages where personalities perform.
People leave feeling inspired—but not transformed.
Yet when I read Scripture, I find something fascinating.
Jesus wasn’t afraid of mud.
In fact, one of His miracles involved making mud with His own saliva.
He spit on the ground, mixed the dirt into mud, placed it on a blind man’s eyes, and told him to go wash. When the man obeyed, he came back seeing.
Think about that for a moment.
The Creator of the universe could have simply spoken a word.
Instead, He chose mud.
He chose spit.
Something ordinary.
Something people might even consider offensive.
Because God has always been in the business of using unlikely things to display His glory.
The Gospel itself is offensive to human pride.
It tells us we cannot save ourselves.
It tells us we must die to ourselves.
It tells us that forgiveness came through a bloody cross.
None of that fits neatly into today’s culture of comfort and self-esteem.
But it is still the power of God.
The American Church doesn’t need better marketing.
It doesn’t need cooler stages.
It doesn’t need more polished personalities.
It needs pastors who love truth more than applause.
It needs believers who desire holiness more than popularity.
It needs people who are willing to get their hands dirty serving others instead of polishing their own image.
Maybe we’ve become so obsessed with looking clean that we’ve forgotten the One who still isn’t afraid to kneel in the dirt.
Jesus still meets broken people.
He still restores blind eyes.
He still heals wounded hearts.
He still calls sinners to Himself.
The method may not always look impressive.
The process may not always be comfortable.
But His power hasn’t changed.
Perhaps it’s time for the Church to stop trying to impress the culture and start looking more like Christ again.
Maybe what we need isn’t another life coach with a Bible verse.
Maybe we need shepherds who will faithfully preach the whole counsel of God-even when it’s unpopular.
Maybe we need believers who aren’t afraid of a little mud if it means someone finally sees Jesus.
Because sometimes, God still chooses mud.
Sometimes, He still uses spit.
And He has always used ordinary people surrendered to an extraordinary Savior.
Lord, may Your Church once again become known—not for its polish, but for its faithfulness. Give us courage to speak truth with love, humility to serve without recognition, and hearts that care more about Your glory than our comfort. Amen. ~OC
