I am grateful for the woman at the well,
who asked Jesus, "Where do you get that living water?"
I am grateful for the wandering exiles who quarreled with Moses,
demanding, "Give us water to drink!"
I am grateful for the Psalmist, who raised his hands to God,
singing, "The sea is his, for he made it!"
I am grateful for St. Paul, who wrote to the suffering Roman church,
assuring them, "God's love has been poured into our hearts."
I am grateful for the questioners, the complainers, the praisers, and the pastors,
for we have all at one time, and at the same time, been there, done that.
We all have been dogged by a thirst that we can not quench.
We all have been lost at sea, surrounded by more water then we know what to do with.
We are at the same time parched and saturated; dried up and drowning.
But the water that we seek, the thirst that we seek to quench, has nothing to do with the liquid that flows out of our taps...or is lifted up from our wells.
"Where do you get that living water?" the woman asked.
And Jesus replied,
"Those who drink of the water that I will give them, will never be thirsty. The water that I will give will become in them a spring of water gushing up to eternal life."
We are created from dust, and to dust we shall return, but in our living, human form we are surrounded by the hydrating force of God's love.
It flows over our bodies and seeps into our pores.
In its stream we will never drown,
and we will thirst no more.