Abandoning the Water Fountain for Empty CisternsI am floored at the high and lows of my daily life; personal, spiritual, social, and even work. Most days Iwalk out of this office and look back thinking I could work here forever and thanking God for theprofound opportunity to walk these sacred halls. Other days, quite frankly, I last until noon, and think,
“I’ve got to get out of here.” I rush off to Mom at home
, come back an hour or so later, and hit life again.Thank God those days are seldom, few, and far-between.
I’m sure family, friends, and staff are equally
Some days I feel like I’m caught up to the third heaven basking in the presence and power of the Lord
.But, unfortunately there are other days I feel completely void of the presence and power and come upspiritually empty and desert-level dry.Sometimes I love to be in the company of other people enjoying a good laugh or giving a listening ear.But, there are other times I feel so lonely in the midst of a room full of people. Occasionally I just like tocome into this office and turn on Michael W. Smith drubbing quietly away at the ivory keys and typeaway on this computer pounding loudly something that makes sense of it all. Of course, I often tell mywife that one of the key principle
s of life today is, “Sweetheart, it doesn’t have to make sense.”
The weeping prophet may have understood a little of all of this and so much deeper and dryer when he
wrote, “For my people have committed two evils; they have forsaken me the fountain of liv
and hewed them out cisterns, broken cisterns, that can hold no water” (Jeremiah 2:13).
Admittedly if you wake up grumpy in the morning the wimpy, weepy words of the prophet Jeremiah
won’t snap you into a better state of mind. For that matter Ecclesiastes won’t help much either.
and come to think of it, many others
just state it like it is; take it, leave it, orexperience it. The correct choice is to leave it for better things.Sometimes I feel like that, Jeremiah. A broken cistern. Empty. Thirsty. Sometimes I feel like that Jude; acloud without water.
Paul painfully drives it home when he mentions “vessels of dishonor.”
I hate to
admit it, Peter, but sometimes I feel like wells without water. I come up short. And perhaps it’s
because,at least for a moment, I have forsaken Him, the fountain of living water. He promises to provide a springof living water rising into everlasting life. He promises to fill my thirsty soul. My response and actions
signify I have “forsaken” Him. I’v
e left. Departed. Abandoned. Neglected. Let go. Left alone. Loosed.Ouch. Did I mention, ouch?All the time He is there; my source of living water. Flowing. Alive. Springing. Spraying. Soaking. You getthe word picture, right? I picture jumping out of life
’s gloom and doom and jumping into the water
fountain. I envision getting sprayed with His love; soaked in His goodness; alive in His presence. While inWest Africa we would go long periods of time without water. When the torrential rains blew in my kidsand their father would run outside and just get drenched; sopping, and soaked to the skin. On my moredistinguished and dignified days, even a crystal glass filled with water from the fountain suffices or is agood start.