Tuesday, March 31st.

“A Samaritan woman came to draw water, and Jesus said to her, “Give me a drink.”  (His disciples had gone to the city to buy food.)  The Samaritan woman said to him, “How is it that you, a Jew, ask a drink of me, a woman of Samaria?” (Jews do not share things in common with Samaritans.)  Jesus answered her, “If you knew the gift of God, and who it is that is saying to you, ‘Give me a drink,’ you would have asked him, and he would have given you living water.”  John 4:7-10


We learn of water first through experience.  Long before we are capable of extending our experience beyond pure sensory stimulation, we are bathed in the waters of life.  We are protected in the warmth of our mother’s womb.  Each movement, each kick, each time we punch a kidney or strain against a rib cage, comes with the subtle resistance of the waters surrounding us.


I am still unable to wrap my thinking around the idea that our bodies are primarily comprised of water.  I can hear that percentage – 92%?  94%? – but it remains ever beyond my comprehension.  How can it be? 


And yet I remember well the joy of afternoons at the city swimming pool, amazed at how the water changed reality, made us weightless, slapped back when we hit it wrong from the high board, and yet felt so much like home. 


The Spirit moved over the water as God spoke life into being.  The children of Israel passed through the water at the hand of God.  Water poured forth from a rock as a sign of God’s provision and protection.  By water and the Word we are made children of God.


There is no life without water.  The essence of life is found in the molecules of water.  Good and evil, life and death are joined in the molecules of water.


Many popular movies have told the story of the destructive fury of water.  The people of my home town, people all along the Red River Valley, are living today with the fear of the destruction that water can bring.  The largest water park in America is called, ironically, “Noah’s Ark.”  The fun shared by thousands flies in the face of the gruesome story of the death of millions. 


My earliest memory of water is being thrown into a lake – against my will – for someone else’s fun.  It wasn’t fun for me and instilled a fear of water that didn’t go away quickly or easily.  Water means life but it also brings death.


So too, for many of us, we were too young to remember being brought down into the death of baptism.  God, who holds both death and life in his hand, brought us from death to life with the living waters promised long ago to a woman at a well.


Jesus once lifted a child in his arms and said that anyone who gave even a cup of cold water to one of these would never lose their reward.


Water is a gift.


Let us pray: Lord, the water of life courses through our veins.  We give you thanks today for your gift of water.  We pray with those who long for rain.  We pray for those who thirst.  We pray with thanksgiving for the life held within as little as a cup of cold water.  Remind us today, as water touches us, of your love which surrounds and supports us.  In Jesus’ name.  Amen.

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