Friday, July 13, 2012

Water of Life, Water is LIfe


“As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for You, O God.  My soul thirsts for the living God.  When I go and meet with God?...Why are you downcast, O my soul?  Why are you so disturbed within me?  Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God.”
(Psalm 42: 1, 2 &11)

     I never fully valued water until I moved into the high desert in Boise, Idaho.  The mountains that surround Boise are beautiful—the very tops are wonderfully adorned with trees and wildflowers.  When you are atop Bogus Basin (elevation 7582) you can see out hundreds of miles, looking at the blue layers of receding mountains.  
      The rivers that flow in the valleys, at the base of the mountains, are famous for their whitewater.  Yet, step away from the rivers, and those seasonal streams begin to disappear as the summer waxes more intense.  The rivulets that run down our hills are soon gone, and the wildflowers that lined them (the beautiful blue camas) are soon just a spring memory. 
       Yet, the copses of trees that decorate the hillsides tell you that yes, water is still around, and the trees have sunk deep roots to keep in touch with it.  I don’t see or hear the water any more, but the trees stay green, even in the summer’s heat, so the water must be supplying them continuously, or the trees and shrubs would soon disappear. 
     The rains have disappeared as well.  We have a phenomenon here called “dry rain” where you can see the rain curtains coming down from dark clouds, but the heat, rising up from the valleys, causes the rain to not hit the ground.  You might feel a drop or two, but that refreshing rain stays maddeningly up in the atmosphere, and doesn’t fall to the parched earth. 
      So, it would be easy to say, there’s NO water around here!  But, then I look at the copses of trees all though out the hills, and realize that the trees know where the water flows (even if it’s underground) and survive because of it! 
     The Psalmist thirsts for God—he has not drunk of His water for a while and the heat of suffering has left him dry and parched.  I see deer on my property all the time, and I know that a priority for them is looking for water.  If no water existed at all in these hills, the deer would disappear in the summer months—but they don’t.  They know too where the water flows, and survive because of it!
     The Psalmist wants to meet with God—the only remedy for thirst is to go to the Source and drink deeply:  it is that deep refreshing that sustains the Psalmist.  The heat of suffering doesn’t suddenly cool down—it’s still hot and the rains don’t fall.  But, the Psalmist knows where the Water is and survives because of it!
     Prayer
Precious Lord:  You are indeed the Water of Life in a dry and dusty land.  The hot winds blow, and the hills are parched, but I know where the water is, and I will survive because of it!  It’s in You and You never run dry.  In the Name above all Names!  Amen.

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