Mud

When Jesus walked, He did many amazing works of healing. Yet He rarely did the same thing twice. Sometimes He spoke (Matthew 8:13). Sometimes He did nothing (Luke 8:47). Sometimes He did the touching (Luke 22:51). Sometimes He spit and made mud.


Joh 9:6-7
(6) When he had thus spoken, he spat on the ground, and made clay of the spittle, and anointed his eyes with the clay,
(7) and said unto him, Go, wash in the pool of Siloam (which is by interpretation, Sent). He went away therefore, and washed, and came seeing.

What would have happened to Galilee and Jerusalem had Jesus only healed by spitting in the dirt? I dare say that part of the world would have been bought by tourists desiring the healing dirt of Israel sitting on their shelves at home. But Jesus was not 'figured out' that easily. He mixed things up.

The Lord knew what we would do. We would forsake the relationship and just buy the dirt. We had done it before. The people of Israel were being bitten by serpents. They were dying in droves. God told Moses to make a brass serpent and put it on a pole so that the people could look upon it and be saved. The people were more than happy to oblige. Consequently, they did not see the serpent as God's mercy upon them. By the time King Hezekiah was in power, the people had enshrined the brass snake and were burning incense to it. This is what we do. We worship the mud.

Are there jars of mud, or brass serpents, or pastors, or denominations in our lives today that have become our God-replacements?