I thirst.
THE first and last reflection of the agony of crucifixion…. Perhaps He thought for a moment of the time when, long ago, He had said the same words….To a woman at a well in Samaria….He had told her about the living waters that would never fail…Now He was bringing them to the world….
We cannot be very proud of what happened then….Someone took a sponge, wet it with vinegar, and held it to His lips…. Perhaps it was better than nothing….The world’s last offering to its King….Humanity carelessly brushing the lips of its God with vinegar….
If you have ever asked for a glass of water, He belongs to You….“For we have not a high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities.”….He knows them all….There is no need through which He has not made a path….
Perhaps we are not very important….But His complete humanity makes Him the Lord of little things….The broken pencil of the child, the broken home, the broken life—nothing is too small or unimportant to Him who sees a sparrow fall and here, as He was saving the world, was thirsty….
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I received my copy of "The Pilgrim" today. Such beautiful writing; I find it so very moving. I know I will turn to it again and again in coming years, God willing.
Have been thinking about getting a copy since your "A Little O.P. for New Years Eve" post. Thanks Pastor Weeden for introducing me to this treasure. And thanks Dave Clapper for the link to abebooks.
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