Wednesday Word 3.29.2017

John 4:5-26 – complete reading, excerpted:
5 So he came to a town in Samaria called Sychar, near the plot of ground Jacob had given to his son Joseph. 6 Jacob’s well was there, and Jesus, tired as he was from the journey, sat down by the well. It was about noon. 7 When a Samaritan woman came to draw water, Jesus said to her, “Will you give me a drink?” 8 (His disciples had gone into the town to buy food.) 9 The Samaritan woman said to him, “You are a Jew and I am a Samaritan woman. How can you ask me for a drink?” (For Jews do not associate with Samaritans.) 10 Jesus answered her, “If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water.”

What is your beverage of choice? Frosty cold pop? Southern sweet tea? Cofffffeeeee? There are times when your favorite drink is the only one that will fit the bill. Have you ever downed a glass, but felt like you were still thirsty? Sometimes we just don’t know what it is we need to slake our thirst. We are left unsatisfied. That vague sense that nothing satisfies, nothing fills us up, can involve so much more than food or drink. We can have the same nagging sensation about much more important issues. Maybe it is our work. Maybe it is our relationships. Maybe it’s us.

I used to drink pop from the time my feet hit the floor in the morning until I took a glass to my bedside at night. I thought I had to have it. After developing “visual migraines,” I found out I didn’t. Pop really didn’t matter to me anymore. There are lots of things in our lives that we rely on to see us through, when in truth, they aren’t what we really need at all. Humans are pretty good at coming up with all manner of things to try and fill our needs. These things fill our time, consume our resources and give us a shaky sense of satisfaction that often reveals itself to be hollow.

You can live your whole life through fighting off a malaise that cannot be named. You can go to the well over and over again, but there is nothing there that will fully meet your needs. I spent twenty-five years trying to figure out what was missing. Then I went to church and realized what it was. I read somewhere that the writer found he had a God-sized hole in his heart. I came to understand that was my problem, too. I have come to know that God is with me in all situations. I still get thirsty, but now it is for a closer walk, for more understanding, for God’s love! That is what “living water” means to me. Regardless of the circumstances, I know I am loved and forgiven. For me, that’s living…something to pray about.

Your sister in Christ, Vicki