On a hot summer’s day, it is pure bliss to leap into the
cool waters of a swimming pool or lake. Or to stand in a shower and let the
refreshing drops drench from above. As it gently soaks us, the water strokes
our skin gently, belying its power.
But walk along the beach and pick up a smooth stone, as we
did at Stonehaven last week, and wonder,how many eons did it take for the
pounding waves to reduce what was once rough and sharp to something so smooth?
The power of water to smooth away our sharpness. I’m looking
at a painting made by Fiona, which she painted as a sort of prayer picture. There
is a small body of water at the top, flowing out from between two golden gates
and down, down, gathering strength and power as it goes, widening into a
life-giving torrent as it reaches the silhouettes of people standing with
upraised arms.
Thirsty people, just waiting to receive the life giving
waters from the gates of heaven itself. The refreshing waters of life promised
by Jesus. Showers of mercy and grace. Coming to inundate those who wait on the
Lord.
Thirsty people. Weary people. Know anybody like that?
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