be-musings

Street church was an experience this week. It was a time where more relationships were formed, people's physical needs were provided for, and it still had it's weird moments relationally. It was less "church" and more "street ministry". Not everyone is comfortable with the raw component of street ministry, including myself. But in my akwardness the other night I was reminded of the song we sing at church. Pardon if some of the words are wrong.

Tired of being clean, sick of being proper
Wanna live among the beggars and dig out in the dirt
Step outside the walls of buildings to protect us
Don't be afraid to get some mud on your face

Come on come on everybody
Come on come on and serve someone

Let's get dirty, let's get used
No matter where you come from, if you're beaten up or bruised
Let's get foolish, let's get free
Free to be the one thing that you were meant to be
Let's get dirty

Easy to sing, hard to live.