Living Waters

At age 40 I had myself baptized. When I spoke before a congregation of 3000 people what came out of me was the story of the samaritan woman at the well; the story about the woman who came upon Yahshua, who was alone. She offered him water to drink from the well, and his response to her about his providing “living waters”.

Over the years the meaning of that encounter has come to mean different things, because there are a lot of components to the story.

This morning the revelation came to me about the living waters as I queried in quiet meditation and prayer about this chapter of my human journey and what it is I am about, that I am to do.

We all have choices and every choice I’ve made to this very moment in time has made me who I am. I was actually at a place where I felt no regrets; yes even for those choices I would label as “wrong” or “bad” choices in this human journey, because I knew that I am who I am; the total sum of all choices. What a glorious place to be.

What I came to know this morning was the message of the living waters.

I felt beyond any doubt that the living waters Yahshua spoke of were those welled up tears that flow with compassion for another; and the tears were actually flowing unbidden.

I was thinking about the great love and sense of loss I feel within my bones for the seniors of this generation who are struck with alzheimers; the tragic loss of memory and many days of lives lived; to be forgotten!

I’ve felt and feel, beyond any scientific or proven explanation, that this destructive enemy of our seniors can somehow be undone; that a simple touch, a healing touch that is triggered by this great love of living waters can bring healing. Is this why I’ve unexpectedly journeyed from a lifetime career of law, of proven fact, to a field of healing as a vessel of living waters, energy healing? How did I get there?

John 4:10
Jesus answered and said unto her, If thou knewest the gift of God, and who it is that saith to thee, Give me to drink; thou wouldest have asked of him, and he would have given thee living water.
John 4:11
The woman saith unto him, Sir, thou hast nothing to draw with, and the well is deep: from whence then hast thou that living water?
John 7:38
He that believeth on me, as the scripture hath said, out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water.

Perhaps I am more of that samaritan woman at the well, than even I could imagine.

To tie this all together, as I write this I recall that the Spirit is often referred to or symbolized as water – living water. We are Spiritual beings on a human journey, and perhaps, just perhaps, it is this flowing out in loving compassion of the Spirit within, that will bring healing to those who tug at my heart strings and to the rest of the well.

So, my dear friends, when you weep with compassion for another, think of it as tears of living waters flowing out in loving compassion and healing. Let us allow our tears to heal this universe; be not ashamed but rejoy when they well up within and overflow, watering the land upon which we have been placed, bringing healing – to that which stands upon and which grows beneath this land.