Water, Water Everywhere

 

The sound of many waters was constant. Though it has been raining steadily for days, we hadn’t anticipated the effect of all that rain on the waters round Crathes Castle, but as we approached the usually-quiet stream emptying from the loch into the River Dee, we became aware of the noise. We marvelled at the force of the current, but also at the height. A few more inches and the bridge would be breached.

We moved on past the loch, up the hill and along the boardwalk that rises proud of the usually marshy land next to the Coy Burn. Everywhere we looked, the water rushed and tumbled. There were no patches of still or stagnant water where anything could fester. No, there was water everywhere and it was all alive and on the move.

Justice will roll on like a river, Amos wrote a few thousand years ago. Vengeance is mine, says the Lord. Justice will roll on. God is a God of justice. We pray for the days to dawn when justice will roll on like a river, a mighty river. When the innocent will be lifted up. When there will be no more injustice perpetrated by self-serving tyrants, big or small.

Ask me for water, Jesus advised the Samaritan woman at the well. Ask me for water, and streams of living water will flow from me through you. Lord, today I am asking that streams of living water will flow from you through me, and that those waters, those living waters, will bring about justice and peace. That those living waters will wash away all the toxins and poisons that fester and grow. That those living waters will bring Life in all its fullness, in all its beauty, for all your people. Prince of Peace, we are waiting. Waiting on tiptoe for you to refresh us, and refresh the world. Maranatha.