Read “O God, you are my God, I seek you, my soul thirsts for you as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.” (v. 1)
I heard these words, read by a pastor, as I waited to be called into the OR for surgery. They came back to me when I awakened in the recovery room a few hours later, experiencing horrendous thirst, such that I could barely utter the words, “No!I’m thirsty!”when the nurse, responding to my call, asked if I needed a pain pill. Ah-h-h! Blessed, life-giving water!
My thirst slaked, I meditated on the words of the psalmist, the aptness of the metaphor when we’re burdened with concerns about family, work, health, school; obligations that so easily crowd out time for daily quaffs of the living water. We come to church on Sunday, thirsting souls, hearing anew the power and glory of the Lord through scripture, song, sermon, and sacrament. Refreshed, renewed, revived, we depart, ready to share a cup of cold water with those who thirst!
Let us pray. God, help me to bless your name as long as I live. Help me to seek you, to call on your name, and to be satisfied by your steadfast love. Amen.