Have you ever needed a drink of water? Like desperately needed it? You probably haven’t,
but millions around the world have. Roughly 8% of the country doesn’t have ready access to fresh, healthy water.
Flint, Michigan and the Central Valley are examples of this. We have neighbors, I have neighbors who don’t have water running in their homes because of the drought.
Thirst is painful. When you are really thirsty and you try to swallow, it feels like needles in your throat. This is what it is like to be thirsty…
When someone is drifting in the ocean, they often die of thirst. This isn’t because they can’t find water, it’s because they can’t find drinkable water. Ocean water is too salty—it is simply not fit for human consumption. In fact, drinking salt water is dehydrating, it will kill you if you are thirsty.
Tears are also incredibly salty.
The 42nd Psalm starts off by saying, “As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul thirst for You, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God? My tears have been my food day and night.”
When the soul is thirsty for Water, tears are a lousy substitute. Tears with their saltiness will just dry up your soul, they will kill it.
Thirst hurts. It isn’t comfortable.
Pain lets us know that something is wrong, that something needs to be fixed.
Addiction is a way in which people often numb this pain. When they drink, when they pop pills and shoot up—they are running from one pain into the embrace of another.
It doesn’t start that way, though. It starts as a savior, killing the pain and numbing the hurt. Eventually, the savior becomes the killer. The hero becomes the villain. It is a traitor, turning on you. When you shoot it up, it shoots you up.
“My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say to me, ‘Where is your God?’”
O God, where are you?
I have cried many nights
But you have seemed absent.
Maybe it’s not you who is absent, but me…
At 9, You held me
16, You dried my tears
19, You carried me
24, You embraced me…
You are present.
You see me.
You hear me.
You love me.
I offer Thanksgiving with a joyful heart
To You, my God, to You.
“Why are you downcast, my soul?...Hope in God; for I shall yet praise Him.” (Ps. 42:11)
Jesus was thirsty so he asked the Samaritan woman for a drink. When she responded in shock, Jesus offered her a drink of water.
But His water is special.
His water is alive.
His water is eternal.
One sip of this water and you will never be thirsty again.
One sip of this water, and you’ll have Life Eternal.
One sip of this water and you’ll be able to say…