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I love hearing the stories of the early Church, especially as they are proclaimed everyday at Mass during the Easter season. Their adventures, as are found in\u00a0the Book of Acts<\/a>, reminds me that the truth and joy that come from Christ’s resurrection has truly established renewal for all creation. We are one. We are free!<\/p>\n

The energy and courage found in the early Church can enliven us today. None of us need to be afraid to share our faith. We can let go of our fears to take risks for the reign of God. We can live with strong trust in God and faith \u2014 <\/em>such courage can\u00a0set all sorts of miracles into motion.<\/p>\n

God has graced us with all we need to truly change the world!<\/p>\n

Certainly, we don’t need to look too far to see that Christ-centered change is actually very messy. The season of spring \u2014 <\/em>of beauty and life poking\u00a0out of the mud and muck of what was once dead and dormant \u2014 <\/em>shows us that being courageous with our compassion and witness is far from neat and tidy. The mess of transformation is\u00a0demanding, active, and fierce.<\/p>\n

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Parker Palmer’s recent reflection Spring is Mud and Miracle<\/em>\u00a0(published online at\u00a0On Being with Krista Tippet)\u00a0<\/em>reminded me of this:<\/p>\n

There\u2019s a miracle inside that muddy mess: those fields are a seedbed for rebirth. I love the fact that the word humus, the decayed organic matter that feeds the roots of plants, comes from the same word-root that gives rise to\u00a0humility. It\u2019s an etymology in which I find forgiveness, blessing, and grace. It reminds me that the humiliating events of life \u2014 events that leave \u201cmud on my face\u201d or \u201cmake my name mud\u201d \u2014 can create the fertile soil that nourishes new growth.<\/em><\/p>\n

Spring begins tentatively, but it advances with a tenacity that never fails to touch me. The smallest and most tender shoots insist on having their way, pressing up through ground that looked, only a few weeks earlier, as if it would never grow anything again. The crocuses and snowdrops don\u2019t bloom for long. But their mere appearance, however brief, is always a harbinger of hope \u2014 and from those small beginnings, hope grows at a geometric rate.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

During this Easter season I desire to accept the mess and muck as natural. My humanity is a gift. The muck\u00a0of life can be thick and heavy, but it really is a sign of hope out of which can spring forth the determination of goodness.<\/p>\n

True, it is messy and disturbing to encounter the world, but the muck is\u00a0a necessary\u00a0part of the freedom that comes from growth. We can have courage to change. Even though it can be hard to learn the truth, new\u00a0awareness can crack light into my soul. Yes,\u00a0service may wear me out but\u00a0my weakness can open a way for me to get closer to my community. Although reaching out will mean I’ll\u00a0inevitably\u00a0encounter the hurting parts of our world that I’d rather hide from: witnessing as a healer, lover, server and friend may mean that I will end up bruised and broken. And changed.<\/p>\n

In the midst of the muddy mess, I will\u00a0choose to be encouraged. It is only through decay that new life can come. It is only through the stink, the goo, the pain of life that transformations will emerge. I know I am on the right path and really walking with The Way if I am breaking through barriers and getting hurt outside my comfort zone. This is the life of abundance, life to the fullest, the real Gospel way. The mud means I am moving in the right direction, serving and loving in union with Christ.<\/p>\n

Yes, let us move out, singing songs of service and love, not afraid of the inevitable mess and muck, because it is part of transformation! Pope Francis encourages us:<\/p>\n

\u201cI prefer a Church which is bruised, hurting and dirty because it has been out on the streets, rather than a Church which is unhealthy from being confined and from clinging to its own security.\u201d<\/em>\u00a0 –\u00a0Pope Francis (Evangelii Gaudium, #49<\/em>)<\/a><\/p>\n

And, Alex Street’s song Beautiful Mess<\/em>\u00a0can be our anthem as we go:<\/p>\n