Jesus said, “If anyone thirsts, let him come to me and drink. Rivers of living water will brim and spill out of the depths of anyone who believes in me this way…” John 7:37
A few days ago where I sat by Dunnings Creek, I could see the bottom of the river–every rock and other natural debris. Then the rains came–about an inch or so–and suddenly the river had risen a few inches and looked as murky as a cup of cold coffee. The barely-moving river became a rushing body of water working its way to the Chesapeake Bay. In a few days, barring heavy rains, I’ll be able to see the river bottom again, but with different debris, and the river will be peaceful again.
I’m learning a lot from the river this summer. Mostly, I’m learning to respect it, as I have no control over where it goes, how muddy and swift the current becomes after a rain. Our lives are like the river in many ways. We never know when a beautiful day can turn gray, and we feel as if we are drowning in murky water.
We must remember that “no man steps in the same river twice…” (Heraclitus). The moment your feet splash into the river, it displaces the water. Each of our river experiences in life will be different, The storms will move on and the river will becomes clear and peaceful again.
Give us Living Water–your son–to keep us afloat through life. Amen.