Coming Through the Mud

Here's a song that I feel coincides with my idea of a ship in the mud --> http://youtu.be/EfAhpX_wIBk

   "Slowly I become one with the mud"

 The rain kept pounding, and the mud kept spreading. It was supposed to be the dry season, yet it was worse than most rainy seasons. Still the Tobo people kept coming - slogging through the thick sludge - to hear the Bible teaching. 
  But the literal mud they were now wading through was nothing comapred to the spiritual mud they would also have to wrestle with as they listened to the  NTM (New Tribes Missionaries) missionaries present the Bible. The Tobo people had followed several other religions and cults over the years. And jumbled up with centuries of animistic beliefs, it was now all blending together - like too many colros - into an ugly brown.

 What was the truth?

  Some Tobos had become so confused searching for it, they had given up all together and had decided to live however they pleased.

  But at long last, hope was on the way. 

  Three hundred paris of mud-caked feet squeezed into or around the clearing at the center or the Tobo  village. They sat on banana leaves, hardwoord plank pieces, or long, rough-hewn firewood logs - anything to keep them off the soupy ground. 
 
  Now they were hearing the message for themselves.

  "In the beginning, God..."

  Immediatley, mud began to rise in Tobo minds.
  What? The Sovereign One meant His message for all people? So the white men have been keeping it from us! That's why we don't have all the secret riches like they do! These missionaries can't be trusted. 

 But I'll listen anyway to learn the secret too.  
  But the more they listened, the more surprised they became. This God was unlike any they had ever heard about before. He alone was all-knowing, all-powerful, and all-present everywhere at the same time. 
  After the lesson, a cluster of people surrounded the missionaries, pelting them with questions. After talking with the people and answering questions, it was evident that several understood and believed that Jesus, the promised Deliverer, had paid for their sins with His blood. 

  The muddy little band of Tobo people were white as snow.