Dry skin shrivels into minuscule canyons between veins and wrinkles, aging my hands decades beyond the years they’ve earned. A pinched spot eases back into place, confirming my need for water.  I drink the last drop from my glass, but my flesh will soon crave more.

Just outside, noon rays crisp each blade of yellowed grass. Blooms fail and birds hide from the perilous heat. A parching climate cracks and peels away the velvety surfaces of life, sharpening once-gentle touches. Earth itself buckles under an oppressive lack of moisture.

Creation struggles with thirst, an unquenchable need for daily sips of heaven-sent life. The world cannot drink its fill and rest in sustained wellness. Again and again, it must receive what it cannot give itself.

Substitutions and corrupt waters fail. Though flavorful to some, they can neither yield crops nor replenish tissue. The deadly risk of dehydration haunts our planet, and a single hope remains–living water.

The fulcrum of life’s dependence upon purity to quench away certain death keeps our reliance upon the Creator and Redeemer ever before us. The gospel echoes across the dry world, resonating with Jesus’s words to a parched woman’s soul in John 4:10 “If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water.”

In Christ, we have an eternal source of hope within us. Access to life no longer threatens the redeemed spirit, for Living Water dwells within. The Lord commissions us to participate in His irrigation of earth.

“Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them” (John 7:38).

Have you gulped from the Christ spring today? Will you partner with Jesus to water those thirsting alongside you?