Growing up in conservative, Bible-belt Texas, it seems like people are always encouraging the teens to go out and have a good, clean time. I'm far from a teen, but I'll admit. Sometimes I still feel the pressure. To go do something wholesome, respectable with my Saturday night. Like going bowling, preferably somewhere without second-hand smoke. (Yea right.) Or on a scavenger hunt at a bookstore. (Yup, saw that one yesterday.)
And those are all good things. And I like those things. But I think maybe the well-meaning folks putting the ideas in our head, about what is and isn't acceptable for us young-ish people to do, have forgotten that there are a lot of really great ways to have a good but less clean time. Ways that ARE a bit dirty, but in the absolute best of ways.
And thus, I give you, THE MUD BOG.
That, my friends, is a good looking dip cup. And one very spiffy vehicle.
Mr. Paisley would be so proud.
The absolute last realm Disney has yet to conquer. Character-CARS! By the way Mickey, these would totally sell like hotcakes.
Did it seem like shirts were optional? YES! And that beers were necessary? For many people, YES! But I've gotta say, I think every self-respecting, even semi-twang speaking Texan, oughtta go to a good mud bog once (or twice) in his/her life. After all, where else is it so acceptable to take a day off from showering? Where else can you experience an entire sub-culture practically in your backyard?
There's a whole world out there for exploring, for reaching out to. If we're willing to run the risk of getting our hands a bit dirty, or our feet at the very least.
As a now seasoned mud bog veteran, I do feel it's my duty to inform you. Mud on toes. Good thing. Mud on camera. Not so great. So when a nice gentleman with a muddin' tee, video camera and accent to boot, warns you that you're about to have mud flung all over you, heed his advice and back the heck up. You're Canon will thank you.
So my good clean friends, next time you're looking for a night out on the town, I hope you'll consider heading really OUT. As in out of town. Where country music abounds, and the mud is as thick as the accents. And when you go, maybe you'll remember we're called to be a loving God's hands and feet.
Hope you all had a wonderful weekend, whatever you did. And remember, there's a reason Shout was invented.
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