I played soccer for a few years growing up. I was never all that good, but I had a great time. Soccer is a runner’s game, especially in the midfield. I can remember some games when the Georgia sun decided to be particularly merciless. The heat and exertion were enough to leave me at a new level of parched. There was nothing better than walking triumphantly off the field, finding the orange gatorade cooler filled with ice water, grabbing a cup, and [ahhhhhh…….] quenching my thirst. I’ve sampled zillions of flavors of soft drinks at the World of Coke, but nothing is more delicious than water hose ice water on the side of the soccer field.
I’m glad I get thirty. It would be another matter altogether if I had to STAY thirsty. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t like that at all. The sensation of thirsty drove me seek sweet relief, that never failed to do the trick.
We are a thirsty people. The brokenness of this world is constantly drying us out. We are thirsty for acceptance, fulfillment, and happiness. The biggest problems seem to stem from the fact that we stay thirsty. It was never supposed to be that way.
As a deer pants for flowing streams, so pants my soul for you, O God. My soul thirst for the living God.
We are all thirsty. Jesus is our sufficiency. He quenches our spiritual thirst every time. He offers a stream that never runs dry. That means no matter how needy I am, He is always the answer. His river never runs out. Stop wasting your time with cheap alternatives. Dive in to the Spring of Life.