While on the cross (event recorded in John 19) with His tongue clinging to the roof of His mouth Jesus cried out, “I thirst”. Parched, weary, and desiring to be filled Jesus’ throats and lips sought refreshment. Psalm 22:15 declares, “My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and My tongue clings to My jaws; You have brought Me to the dust of death.” His Spirit yearned to be filled (see Matthew 5:6). His cry fulfilled prophecy.
And yet I see and have seen for days a lone pot, a metal pitcher, sitting on a table. Alone from use. It’s contents were cool and refreshing. The seams that were once tight are now dry, aged, and cracking. Weakness appears. Will this vessel serve its purpose? Will this vessel be cast aside as it had failed its purpose? From disuse will this vessel we no longer be quenched from its dryness with a fresh outpour? I thirst, it cries.
A dutiful hand grabs the handle and takes it to the well of living waters. Where once dry as the desert, His refreshing presence fills the vessel once again. The sides begin to cool. And the water is carried to the table to fill the glasses for thirsty lips.
Is glory given to the vessel? No. But he serves the purpose of the living waters to quench the thirst of dry and thirsty people.
Oh God, fill me yet again!