I can well sympathize with the Samaritan woman's constant need to get water.
In my early teens, I lived in a town called Jesselton in Sabah, Malaysia. It was a wonderful little town, with a beautiful golden sand beach about two miles away. We lived in a two storey house which was shared with another family. The house was built on water with long stilts supporting it above the sea. Despite being right on the sea ( and being able to fish from out of my window and from the back doors) we had severe problems of water supply. The local authority would send water trucks which calls around once or twice a week and fills the 44 gallon drums that we put out on the road side, accessible by a long course way of about 100 metres long. Then comes the process of carrying those water in 4 gallon containers back to another 44 gallon drum at the back of the house.
Sometimes though our water supply would
come another way. Half way through
the night everyone would wake up to the
sound of a tropical down pour as we rushed around to catch the water coming
down the roof. There was no guttering and
we would put pot and pans basins and buckets everywhere to receive the precious
downpour coming down the corrugated iron roof and then pouring the contents
into 44 gallon drums. Rain water was
miles better than the water we collect from the road side. It was so clean and
fresh and tastes wonderful. Being
tropical rain, it comes down in buckets full literally and within a matter of
half an hour, the 2 or 3 44 gallon drums would be filled and then we
would go back to bed, secure and worry free for the next two to three days as
far as water was concerned.
For the Samaritan woman it was a case of
walking in hot scorching sun for miles just to carry enough water for washing
and cooking and it was a case of coming again for some more. No wonder when Jesus offered the living
water to the woman she was so thrilled that despite the barrier of race, sex
and culture, she was keen to have that living water.
What Jesus was offering was of course more
wonderful than just physical water. It was water that would meet the deepest
need of her soul - her need for love - for recognition - for companionship -
her need for God - her need for
forgiveness - her need for security.
Hers was a life of constant quest, looking for someone who would really
love her and never sure whether she was loved or whether she was used.
But
Jesus promised more than just water to fill her once, he promised to give her
water which
will become a spring within her welling up and bubbling over until eternity,
and not only enough for her own use,
but plenty left over to overflow to the lives of other people.
Jesus offered her not a filled water
pot, but a spring.
What then is a spring ? and
how does it form ?
During a trip to South Island many years
ago, we went to Takaka, in the Abel Tasman National Park. We came to place which had a group of
springs which together are called Pupu Springs.
After getting off the car we walked along a long wooden walk ways over
which a stream of beautiful and clear water flowed. Although it was in the middle of summer the
water was icy cold to the touch. At the
end of the wooden walk way we came upon a platform which overlooks a pool of
water which had beautiful shades of green and blue. Water in the middle of the pool had an
appearance of a whirl pool, spinning and gurgling around, as water keeps
gushing out from below. According to the
information given about Pupu Springs: this is possibly the world's largest
known freshwater spring with a reputed 475 million gallons of water welling up
every twenty four hours (that is 4 and half thousand gallons every
second). Looking up the figures
published by the Wellington regional council this week, the average use of
water of the whole of the region is 152 million litres per day. So what came out of Pupu Springs each day
would last two weeks for the whole of Wellington. [ 2160 million litres per day or
25, 000 litres per second
During a trip to South Island many years
ago, we went to Takaka, in the Abel Tasman National Park. We came to place which had a group of
springs which together are called Pupu Springs.
After getting off the car we walked along a long wooden walk ways over
which a stream of beautiful and clear water flowed. Although it was in the middle of summer the
water was icy cold to the touch. At the
end of the wooden walk way we came upon a platform which overlooks a pool of
water which had beautiful shades of green and blue. Water in the middle of the pool had an
appearance of a whirl pool, spinning and gurgling around, as water keeps
gushing out from below. According to the
information given about Pupu Springs: this is possibly the world's largest
known freshwater spring with a reputed 475 million gallons of water welling up
every twenty four hours (that is 4 and half thousand gallons every
second). Looking up the figures
published by the Wellington regional council this week, the average use of
water of the whole of the region is 152 million litres per day. So what came out of Pupu Springs each day
would last two weeks for the whole of Wellington. [ 2160 million litres per day or
25, 000 litres per second
This compares well with the published
figure of average water use in Wellington Region of 152 million litres per day
or 2 weeks’ supply ]
The source of the spring is not known,
although there is a measurable increase
in the volume of water every time it rains heavily in the Takaka
vicinity; but research has revealed that the water, when it first bubbles up
clear and icy cold, has not been exposed to the air for a period of three to
five years !
I find that information fascinating and
revealing as a parable of the inner life of the Christians.
One of the most important things it is
saying to me is that if we want the springs in our lives to overflow to others
then we must be prepare to feed the springs.
In the case of the Pupu springs, it was the accumulation of years of
rain, dew, surface water or even snow from a very large catchment area. Those thousands of gallons of water gushing
out every second did not come from rain yesterday, or even from rain the week before.
It was water accumulated for months and years and systematically stored
away on top of non-porous rocks. So that
whether there was rain or not in the immediate past, the flow of water is
constant, always fresh, always clean and refreshing.
A few weeks ago we stayed in a motel in
Arthurs pass next to a river, or what used to be a river. Without rain for weeks and weeks, the river
has dried up and it was a very sorry sight.
A river can only flow if it was fed by a stream and a stream can only
flow if it was fed by rain……but unlike a spring which had stored away years of
water, this river has run dried. Like
a river, our Christian lives can also run dry……..
In a sense there is nothing wrong in
seeking to meet God in special and dramatic encounters in camps and
conferences. Many of God’s servants,
like Moses, Abraham, David, Elijah have been thoroughly challenged and
refreshed in these encounters. But these encounters are not meant to be an end
in itself. They are meant to spur us on
to seek the Lord in a greater degree and having experienced Jesus in an intimate
way we would want to spend more time with him. However, as we return to normal daily life
from a camp or conference, we quickly
forget that, and we are caught up with
the daily rush and worries of life, and we soon dry up again for lack of water. And we bring our water pots to another
encounter experience. God is gracious
and he often gives us another chance of meeting with him. Our hearts are fired up again…..but only for a
short time before the process must be repeated.
Like the Pupu spring, we must develop our
inner life by a constant opening of ourselves and our heart to Jesus, so that
the dew of his presence will seep through our souls, like water that seeps
through the rock to be stored up for the drier times. But you say, it is easier said than
done. And I would be the first one to
agree.
When I first became a Christian many years
ago, I was told that I must have a quiet time each day. I was given a copy of the Daily Bread which
I kept up using for many years. Initially
it was great and I began to learn many things from the notes which laid the
foundation for my early Christian life.
No one taught me how to pray although I was told to pray. But as years
went on, I struggled more and more with the so called Quiet Time. It became a duty rather than a pleasure. I changed from one kind of note to another
hoping it would give me a fresh insight and a fresh start, but I always ended
up discouraged. And so I began to
explore other ways of spending time before the Lord.
There is of course nothing wrong with SU
notes, but my way of using it was wrong.
Instead of reading the Word and expecting God to speak to me through his
Word, I read the passage and straightaway turn to the notes for my inspiration
and so fail to give God the opportunity to speak to me directly, nor allowing
me to use my mind to think what the passage is all about. If you do use any notes for your quiet time,
maybe you could try not to read the commentary notes for a week, but pray and
ask God to speak to you through the passage chosen for each day.... God may not
speak to you in an audible voice(or he may) but you can be sure that he wants
to teach you and speak to you through
his word about yourselves and about things that you should do or could do and
things you could pray for.......but more importantly to reveal his love to
you……
I find it extremely useful to use a note
book for my quiet time, to jot down things as it is brought to mind and
sometimes turn it into a prayer. I have
a prayer diary which I sometimes use to record my conversation with God and
often I record not only what I speak to God about, but also what I feel God is
saying to me.... And in the weeks and
months and years that follow it is very helpful to turn back and find out what
has gone on and what God has done.
Having to write things down means my mind does not wander so easily and
I can concentrate better.
As a change to using SU notes, I sometimes
follow what Evelyn Christenson author of "What happens when Women
Pray" shares about reading until
the Lord speaks method. In your Bible
reading instead of doing an exact no. of verses as dictated by your Bible
reading notes, you simply go through a book of the Bible, reading it slowly, carefully and expectantly, until you
feel the Lord is speaking to you through the passage. This could be 2 verses or it could be 20 or
it could be 1 and a half chapter. It
doesn't matter. Read until you feel the
Lord is speaking and then stop. Pause to
think and to pray..... and to write
down, if appropriate what you think the Lord wants you to do, and do it.
Another variation which I find helpful in
my quiet times is to paraphrase the scripture I am reading, i.e., turn it into
my own words and turn it into a coherent flowing passage which I can
understand. For some passages it is a real challenge, but I have always come
through understanding a lot more and remember a lot more than if I just read
the passage. If you are trying this, it
would be wise to start with short and fairly well known passages, like the
Lord's prayer, or the sermon on the mount.
Then go on to more ambitious chapters like Ephesians one and two or Philippians 1,2
and 3. Be content to do two to three
verses at the most at the beginning, and try not to use any words that the
original passage uses.
But don’t limit your quiet time with the
Lord with just those 15 to 20 minutes per day.
Remember that the soaking process for the springs was a constant process
throughout the day. Pause a while in
the midst of your busy schedules to look up to the Lord and tell him that you
love him. Pause even in the middle of a
conference, pause while you are cooking, while you are dressing the baby, while you hang up the clothes on the line,
while you are driving on the road, while you are stuck in a traffic jam. Tune in to the Lord and say Lord I love
you.
Our world today rushes on..... cars are
built to go faster....computer are built to go faster...... instead of writing
a letter and wait for it to arrive the next day or next week, we use the fax
machine, we use the email. Instead of waiting to phone someone when he gets to the office, or gets home, we use the
cell phone....once again we can't wait.....as a Christian, I can't see anything
wrong with these advances in technology, but does make us into a generation of
people who do know what it is to wait patiently for the Lord. The well known promise from Isaiah 40 however
is for those dare to take time and spend time soaking in the Word of the Lord,
spend time to know the Lord and listen to him.
There is a severe drought in New Zealand at
present in our South Island, and it is very sad to see the farmers struggling
each day to feed their flock. But there
is a greater drought in our land spiritually, and men and women are crying out
for water, living water which can satisfy.
The Samaritan woman found that water and
she went away and shared that water with her folk and they came themselves and
found that living water too. God’s plan
and purpose for each of our lives is that we too may have that spring of living
water in us which not only supply our needs but it will overflow to the needs
of others too.
Speaking to the Israelites, Isaiah challenged his own people to begin to
care for the needs of those who are poor, those who struggle, instead of just
being religious and keeping the Sabbath as a ceremony, he had this to say :
The Lord will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail. Your people will rebuild the ancient ruins and will raise up the age old foundations; you will be called Repairer of Broken Walls, Restorer of Streets with Dwellings..... Is 58:11,12.
The Lord will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail. Your people will rebuild the ancient ruins and will raise up the age old foundations; you will be called Repairer of Broken Walls, Restorer of Streets with Dwellings..... Is 58:11,12.
May this be the promise for the
congregation here in Mana Baptist church as you reach out into the community.
(Preached Mana Baptist Church 7/3/1999)


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