On the last day of the feast, the great day, Jesus stood up and cried out, “If anyone thirsts, let him come to me and drink. (Jn 7:37)
That if is almost a rhetorical question. “If” we thirst. Of course we thirst, but do we know we thirst? Do we realize how parched our soul is?
I can picture his gaze scanning the room. You? Do you thirst? How about you? His eyes stop on me. He knows my deepest thirst.
I thirst for acceptance, inclusion, success, peace, security, and, most of all, love. What do you thirst for?
Let him come to me and drink
No other stream quenches my thirst. I can search and strive and beg, but no person–not my husband, my kids, my friends, my pastor–can water my need. And neither can any one thing–not success, or financial security, or a perfect house.
Jesus, remind me not to seek other streams. Remind me to come to you for life and peace and all I need. Without you, I am a parched and dry land. Fill me with your Spirit and let your living water flow through me, healing me and those precious ones around me.
Remember, he loves you like there’s no tomorrow!