Wettin' my whistle

An ice cold glass of Coke. Or maybe for you it's a giant, icey Mountain Dew. It's that lip restoring, tongue rehydrating, mouth moisturizing, flood of refreshing that can only be met with a certain thing. Something that at any time can be good, but at certain times it's greater than great. Those certain times are usually times of fatigue, thirst, weariness, sadness, loneliness, hunger, desparation, and generalized "down-ness." Now I'll be the first to admid that I wish things never went wrong and that I never got depressed or I never felt overwhelmed. But I do. And I think that we all do to a varying extent. But to each of us, life happens. To some, more than others. But I've always said "life and death, everyone gets their fair share of both." What differentiates people of faith is that they can demonstrate hope in the midst of great sorrow and a joy that surpasses all "human" understanding.

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Like the woman Christ met at Jacob's well, he offered her a water she had never tried. One of which after drinking, she would never thirst again. It was life-giving. It refreshed us like an ice cold Coke would someone crawling out after 3 days in the desert. Life parches us. And sometimes we settle for less. We settle for worldly refreshment. Things to relax us. Things to stimulate us. Things to feed us. And what God is saying is "come to me all who are weary and I will give you rest." The woman drank from what Christ was offering her and she was never the same again.

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Yeah, I know that although I have a relationship with God that bad things will still continue to happen. And that's o.k. I know however, because of the tastes of heaven I have enjoyed thus far, that it will always be better to wet my whistle with the presence of God than the things of this world.