We live in a world of mud. Everywhere we turn there is mud. Nothing but mud. We are born in mud. We live in mud. We die in mud. When we first open our eyes, the only thing we see is mud. Our mother and father are covered in mud. We look at ourselves and we see mud.
From our perspective, we are muddy and live in a world of mud – much like the Elbonians of Scott Adam’s comic strip Dilbert. We really don’t know what it’s like to live without mud or to be free of mud. We cannot tell if the mud is part of nature or part of our nature. It makes no practical difference, does it? We are so close to the mud that we just don’t know what it is like to be without it.
To the Theologians of the of the Western Church, the mud is part of our nature. To the theologians of the Eastern Church, mud is an innate part of nature into which we are born.
The only way to be clean is through Baptism. Baptism washes away the mud. “Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow,” as the Psalmist says (Ps 50:7). However, after we’ve been baptized, we can go back and wallow in the mud, if we choose to do so. Absolution will give us another chance, another shower, and the Eucharist is the food to give us strength to choose not to return to the mud.
Augustine tells us that the mud is part of our nature and that all succeeding generations will also be muddy. Calvin went a step further and claimed that all we are is mud; that we are mud to our very core. The East maintains that we are only covered in mud and that theosis is the process whereby we eventually choose to return to the way we were originally created (Gen 1:27-31 [tov meod and all that]) and to then stay out of the mud.
Some of us are like Pig-Pen in the Charles M. Schultz comic strip, Peanuts; we cannot seem to get away from the mud – it follows us where ever we go. Most of us like the feeling of being clean, but we continually go back and take a mud bath because it’s more comfortable – like an elephant wanting to stay cool and keep the flies away. The rarest of us learn to stay clean like St. Mary of Egypt or St. Moses the Black – both started off as two of the foulest people on earth, turned their lives around and lived godly lives. The rarest of us all is the Theotokos, the Virgin Mary, who never got muddy in the first place.
The West and the East disagree on the how St. Mary the Virgin never got muddy, but completely agree that she stayed mud-free. The Catholic West, which believes that our human nature is muddy, says that the Mother of God was conceived without any mud, while the Eastern Church, which believes that nature is muddy, says that the Virgin chose not to play or live in the mud.
I find it easier to believe that the Theotokos chose not to play in the mud like the rest of us. That doesn’t mean I’m right, of course. The Catholic West could be right. However, from my perspective down here in the mud, it really doesn’t matter. All I see is mud.

