by Lindsey Funtik, Coordinator of Volunteer Ministries, Ashland First United Methodist Church, Ashland, Ohio.
Jesus of the communal water trough, who once lounged at midday so as to wet your dusty desert whistle while opening up a deluge of worth over the unworthy.
You speak of Living Water and that makes me thirsty. I pray that this ready tap would be a reminder that you pour forth blessing without reservation, I pray that this cup would bring to mind the divine hand that holds me in place as I feel myself sloshing to and fro. As I lift this vessel to my lips, make me aware, Holy Spirit, that You offer Your refreshment day by day, moment by moment, but sometimes I have to push a little, wrist to mouth, eyes to the sky, in order to receive what you offer. Give me gumption, lead me to You.
As this liquid, clear and cold, runs down my throat, through my chest, and into my belly, I ask that you would purify me in much the same way. Start at the top and work your way all the way through. Wash away evil from my thoughts, unkindness from my mouth, anxiety from my gut, and weights of reluctance and self-doubt from my feet. Rise like the tide, reinvigorate and make clean. Refresh, refresh, refresh.
And Father, as I lower my hand back to the table, as this cup leaves my mouth and takes its place back in the cupboard, in the world, help me to remember that Your saving rain falls on us all. I am sustained so that I may help to sustain. I am quenched so that I might be a balm to my fellow humans who are also sometimes parched. That Living Water flows freely and I join the chorus of Your beloved. We all shout:
"Torrents! Torrents! Torrents!"
A swallow, a sigh, a smile. Amen.
Cross-Posted from "Reflections on Faith, Words, and The Holiness of Today"