Sometimes, when I awaken in the middle of the night, my mouth is so dry that I can scarcely swallow, and I think how terrible it would be to die of thirst.
In 1938, My Dad moved our family from Oklahoma to Arizona, because of the lack of water. There had been no appreciable rainfall for years. Everything turned to dust and it was impossible for farmers to produce a crop of any kind. Farmers cannot live without water.
In Egypt, God turned all the bodies of water into blood. The people desperately dug wells, because they could not live without water.
The first time I traveled to Europe, I felt just a little bit like the Egyptians. I could not get enough water.
I enjoyed almost everything about my trip. The scenery was beautiful. I loved the old stuff—the history. My Brother and I drove through the gorgeous country of Switzerland. We stayed in country inns. At night, tucked snuggly into our beds, we could hear the sound of cowbells high up on the slopes of the snow capped Alps.
However, I was always thirsty. If I tried to order tap water in a restaurant, the waiter curled his lip at me, and my brother was embarrassed and a little annoyed. That was in the day before bottled water became the rage here at home. But that is about all I could get, and that tiny bottle that was worth a king’s ransom was never enough.
In 1965, the war had been over for twenty years, but the Europeans still claimed that the water was no good—that it would make you sick.
When I was in India, I always ordered bottled water, but the resident missionaries laughed at me saying that the bottle had probably been filled from the tap in the kitchen, but in Europe surely the water was good.
When I visited my brother’s in-laws, they were so gracious wanting to do everything for me.
“What can I get for you?” my hostess asked.
“Just a glass of water, please,” I begged plaintively.
She was horrified. “Oh, no!” she said producing a glass of wine instead.
When everyone was visiting not paying any attention to me, I slipped away to the bathroom and drank my fill of cool, clear water. Guess what! I’m still alive.
One lovely, sunny afternoon, as my brother drove through quaint little Alpine villages and I fought the temptation to nap, all of a sudden he pulled over to the shoulder and brought the car to a screeching halt. Reaching into the back seat he retrieved a large bottle, jumped out of the car, and sprinted across the narrow road. Shaking off the fog of sleep I looked out the window to see what was happening. To my amazement, in the middle of nowhere, I saw a simple metal pipe sticking upright out of the ground. Out of that pipe gushed clean, cold, crystal clear mountain water. There was no tap, nothing to turn, just a pipe and water.
My brother filled the bottle with that luscious stuff and brought it back to me saying, “Here, drink all of it.” I think he was tired of my whining.
It was the best water I ever tasted and the best gift he could have given me.
I woke up this morning thinking about that pipe. Years ago I figured it out. High up on the mountainside, snow began to melt and run down the mountain in little rivulets. They converged until they became a stream, which somehow made its way underground, where it flowed clean and clear in the darkness until some enterprising person believing that there was water there, dared to drive a simple empty pipe into the ground until he accessed the water providing refreshment for the weary traveler.
That pipe did not manufacture its own water. There was a source, a hidden source that someone tapped into.
Thinking about that afternoon in the Swiss Alps, I am reminded of that “living water” that God has promised us.
John 7:38 tells of a “…river of living water…” that flows from the heart of those who believe in Him, and Isaiah 44:3 promises that God will “…pour water on him who is thirsty…”
This “living water” is nothing less than the grace of God—God’s grace that saves and redeems and provides for every need. Grace is eternal. It has always been, but how can I tap into that grace? How can I benefit from God’s provision?
There is only one source. Two thousand years ago a rugged cross, with the body of Jesus suspended from it, was driven into the ground thus tapping into the abundance of God’s grace. At that moment in time, at the foot of the old rugged cross, a fountain of supply was opened. God provided one door through which grace can flow to the human heart. The sacrifice that Jesus made at Calvary is summed up in one word. GRACE!
II Corinthians 12:9 tells us, “…My grace is sufficient for you…,” and James 4:6 says, “…He gives more grace,” as much as you need.
We all need to take frequent trips back to Calvary just to remember what God has done and what He is still doing in our lives. If you have never journeyed to the foot of the cross, you can begin to drink of that “living water” today. That stream of grace is still flowing. It will never run dry.
The sun will come out tomorrow!