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Sir, Give Me This Water

When I was growing up in West Tennessee, I lived in the pastorium that was located right behind First Baptist Church in Humboldt.  As a boy, my hometown provided lots of things that children in the “60’s” did to entertain ourselves.  A group of trees gave opportunity for climbing…. the big ones allowed a kid to “get above it all”;  And, by shimmying a short distance up a young tree, the “Huck Finns” among us would ride the tree…..leaning away from the small trunk and allowing the tree to bend back to the ground and gently deliver us to our starting point as we gripped with all our might.

Bicycles were our ticket to freedom.  In a small town “back then”, you could ride most everywhere.  It was quite an adventure. Every curb was made for “jumping”, every short-cut was made for trail riding, and every friend had a reserved seat on someone’s handle bars if their bike had a flat.  And, no bike was complete without a piece of stiff cardboard or plastic attached with a clothes pin to the back fender frame so that the spokes hitting the plastic would sound like a small motor (at least to a 10 year old’s imagination).

Summertime was hot and humid.  Boys would begin to have a distinct odor by early afternoon that would have made a mature skunk envious!  With the heat, we would sweat profusely and didn’t really care.  Since all of us smelled bad all day every day, our sensory perception was pretty well damaged beyond being offended by another’s body odor.  The one need that we did have daily was to find a fresh water supply that could be accessed “on the run”.  The very best place with sparkling, cool water was on my block in front of the downtown First Baptist Church.

In those days, there was a “two spout” drinking fountain. The base was made out of rocks (small brown and speckled rocks sealed in the concrete) and was just the right height for little boys to get a long, refreshing drink without any effort.  The water fountain ran 24/7.  Because of that, the top of the water fountain’s basin that was maybe 5 feet across from end to end had small amounts of green moss growing in the bottom.  The water rolling over the small pebbles and concrete heading for the drain made such a welcoming sound when one would lean over for the taste of that liquid refreshment.  It was wonderful to the taste and great to bring renewed energy to the weary.

There is a “fountain” that is much more effective, prepared for us by God, and all who drink there will find it eternally satisfying…….

John 7:37 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.  Revelation 22:17 – The Spirit and the Bride say, “Come.” And let the one who hears say, “Come.” And let the one who is thirsty come; let the one who desires take the water of life without price.  John 4:13-15 – Jesus said to her, “Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him will never be thirsty again. The water that I will give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” The woman said to him, “Sir, give me this water.”