[Jesus] spit on the ground, made some mud with the saliva, and put it on the man’s eyes. “Go,” he told him, “wash in the Pool of Siloam” (this word means “Sent”). So the man went and washed, and came home seeing.
When God heals brokenness and pain, there’s always a mess to clean up… Mud on the face, drowned pigs, doubting family, skepticism from those who consider themselves “religious.” There is ALWAYS a mess.
To be pure…holy…we have to strip away the junk and crud that’s been covering us. But stripping away the mess is, well, messy. It’ll clutter up our nice, neat plans. It’ll leave our pristine image looking just a little scruffier.
It would be so nice to put up walls and barriers to the mess, so we can enjoy our spotless chapels and our carefully planned programs. But that’s not what the Church is called to do!
The Church is called to stand in the Pool of Siloam, washing the mud off eyes that Jesus has healed.
We aren’t the Healer, we are the cleaners. When the Healer works, there will always be a mess and it’s our job to help the healed clean it up.
The Church isn’t a quiet, unsoiled, unstained sanctuary. It’s a magnificent mess, desperately trying to turn disorder into something resembling the Divine.
Embrace the mess…because it’s ministry.