Thirsty Thursday

Some days I am just thirstier then others. That may be because some days life is a dustbowl. It reminds me of the end of a day in Bombay India when your throat is sore, your eyes are red and your nose snot is black. (sorry that was a bit graphic)

Pollution is everywhere in the city of man. It comes in the form of husbands who hate their wives, parents who discourage their children, employers who are oppressive with their employees and people who refuse to forgive but are determined to undermine. It is nasty and dirty this city of man. And I have to confess I contribute to the pollution.

So I get thirsty and I look to the fountain. I beseech it to wash over me. Not only is my throat and nose dirty, but my whole body. I need to drink and I need to bathe. I wonder if that is why in days gone by some traditions have said come to confession on Friday before you come to the table on Sunday.

I do not think we need to confess our sins to another for forgiveness or as a mediator but I like the idea of at least personal confession for my part in polluting the city. So I encourage you to do that today and take a drink from the fountain. It is Jesus. He is and has the streams of living water. Then lets come together and worship well on Sunday. Blessings