Streams in the Desert

Rio Grande, Albuquerque, New Mexico

I just returned to the Northwest from a trip to Albuquerque, Santa Fe, Tuscon, and Palm Springs. I was amazed at how much water I needed to drink just to keep from shriveling up. Water limits these places. The Rio Grande flows through Albuquerque, muddy and a foot or two deep. A hundred years ago, Santa Fe and Tuscon were fed by the Santa Cruz River, now depend on dams and pipes from afar. Palm Springs sits on an aquifer that is fed by nearby mountains. Water in the desert. Water on a 100°F+ day. Water of life.

Being parched and dry at noon on a 115°F day gives me new insight into the woman at the well when she says to Jesus, “Sir, give me this water, so that I may never be thirsty or have to keep coming here to draw water.” [John 4.15]

Physically, thirst is harder to come by in the Northwest.
Spiritually, we sometimes find ourselves just as parched as the woman.
And we are welcomed by Jesus and splashed by grace.

Pastor Mark