The water that I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life John 4:14
I am the source of Living Water and yet I thirst. Scourged. Beaten. Whipped. Smacked. Punched. Beard plucked out. Crown of thorns. Mocked. Hammer. Nails. Spear. Every lash of whip and tongue brought blood. Blood poured out. Blood leaving this flesh. Blood draining from human body. Until the flow ceased. No more hydration. Only dehydration.
My tongue cleaves to the roof of my mouth.
I am laid out in the dust of death.
Has your mouth ever been that dry? That your tongue would cleave to the roof of your mouth? That you can’t talk? That you can’t even speak His name aloud?
(Only in the darkest darkness. Only in the middle of the night. Only in the presence of pure evil. Only after I have been visited and engaged in
warfare battle with the enemy.)
Dryness of death.
Dryness of despair.
Dryness of sin.
Dregs of sin.
Dregs taste and feel awful in a dry mouth.
They grind and cause violence to the mouth when a dry tongue moves them to the back of the mouth…drinks them in to the very last drop.
A jar full of sour wine stood there, so they put a sponge full of sour wine on a hyssop branch and held it to His mouth. John 19:29
(Hyssop was used as a scouring agent.)
I remember my first recorded miracle.
I turned water into wine.
Not just one glass, but urn after urn after urn of miraculous perfect wine.
In the same way, after supper he took the cup, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in my blood; do this, whenever you drink it, in remembrance of me.” 1 Cr. 11:25
I tell you, I will not drink again of this fruit of the vine until that day when I drink it new with you in My Father’s kingdom Matthew 26:29
I drank of that sour wine.
My Kingdom was established.
So that you may live.
For your salvation.
For your very soul.
And when the centurion, who stood there in front of Jesus, heard his cry and saw how he died, he said, “Surely this man was the Son of God!” Mark 15:39
(I wonder how that centurion will feel when he stands before Jesus on that Last Day knowing that when Jesus thirsted he was the one who compassionately gave him a drink?)
I was thirsty and you gave Me drink. Matthew 25:3
How meaningful will those words be to him?
Oh God! What passion that you would die for me. How valuable I must be that it cost the death of God’s Son. How thirsty you must be for those you created to once more be restored to your side…your fold. Oh Jesus, I thirst for you. Amen.