Years ago I heard a story about Lawrence of Arabia and how, after World War I, when he, and a bunch of men, traveled to Paris. They saw all kinds of tremendous things: The Arc de Triomphe, Napoleon’s tomb, the Champs-Élysées, but nothing impressed these men from the Arabian Desert more than the faucet in the bathtub of their hotel room. They turned it on and off, on and off, amazed that with a twist of the wrist they could have all the water they wanted. As I heard the story, they were as giddy as little kids with new toys.
Now, when the time came for them to leave Paris and return to the east. Lawrence found them in the bathroom with wrenches trying to remove the spout. “We need faucets,” they explained. “If we have them, we will have all the water we want.”
Well certainly we chuckle at their foolishness, but actually they simply didn’t understand the role of the faucet. Spouts carry water, they don’t produce it. Spigots are the tool, not the source. The valve might direct fluid, but generate it? No. Of course we know that . . . or do we?
Think about it. What faucet has God used in your own life to pour His love? Maybe it was a faithful church! A prayerful spouse! Time-tested traditions! Maybe it was a girlfriend or a grandmother you remember from your childhood! A co-worker! If you think of it, God’s water passes through many faucets. His gift comes in many packages. The treasure, though, isn’t the plumbing or the package it’s bundled in or the container used to bring the treasure. No, the treasure is the Giver Himself.
God describes Himself as “the fountain of living water” (Jerimiah 2:13). Thank Him for the faucets, but don’t trust them to nourish you. Thank Him for the packages in which His gifts come. But don’t fail to open them. I’ve heard it said that the Body of Christ–His very Church–often starves to death while actually being seated at His Banqueting table, or die of thirst, while wading in the Rivers of Life! Don’t miss the Life He is offering you.
Right now he is looking deep within your eyes and saying, “Are you thirsty? Come and drink. I am one who comforts you. I bought you and complete you. I delight in you and claim you as my own, rejoicing over you as a bridgroom rejoices over his bride. I will never fail you or forsake you!
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