July 5, 2015
They grabbed their shovels. They relentlessly dug. The sun scorched their bare backs. The soft winds of dawn gave way to furnace breaths, and at times the wind seemed to have teeth, for sandy grit nipped at their cheeks. They would wipe the sweat from their faces and feel the tiny granules of sand dig in to the flesh. But they worked on. They worked diligently.
They shoveled away layers of dirt and death; tossing out piles of putrid garbage, carrying away mounds of jagged rocks and putting sand back in its rightful, desert place.
You see, the wells were never intended for waste, but for water. It was never designed to hold dirt, but to flow with refreshing drink. What thirsty man can drink of a choked stream? What good is a well positioned in a desert that cannot quench the tongue of long traveled wanderer? Better to be a grave. Better to be a junk yard. Better to have never been dug, then to give false hope to the weary eye of one who would see from afar.
So is cluttered philosophy. Oh, and you know of what I speak. You have ran with accelerated heart at the sight of help; help in the desert, help in the form of a well. A well that promised resolution to your long searched need for peace. But when you hoisted the bucket down, turned the crank upward, and brought what you had hoped to be a remedy to your lips, for you aching soul, there was nothing but dust and disappointment.
For a well that promised self help you help yourself to fragments of fraud.
For well that solicited your attention, claiming to quench your need for adventure, you taste only the bitter portions of boredom. And your search must continue on. And maybe you’ve tasted of too many stopped up wells that you don’t even stop by them anymore. When you see a well you simply move on. No need to waste time being frustrated by high hopes and barren results.
Isaac was a man of much means. He had abundant cattle. He possessed many servants. Everything he put his hand on increased. But the more he increased the more his opponents were incensed. You see his agricultural prowess was unmatched. His were the only crops that enjoyed a hundred-fold-increase from seed to harvest. The soil seemed to rejoice in Isaac and be depressively unfriendly to the Philistines, and that made them that much more adversarial.
You were not intended to be a failure, filled up with the rubbish of regret.
You were not intended to be emotionally spent, stopped up by trauma and tragedy.
You were not intended to be mentally fatigued, jammed with condemning thoughts.
You were not intended to be visually distracted, your eyes congested with lust and pornographic addiction.
You were intended to be filled with inspiration, a flowing witness of God’s goodness.
You were meant to be a manifestation of grace to thirsty souls staggering in deserts of grief.
You were designed by heaven to gush forth with an artesian anointing to refresh a diseased world with healing and deliverance.
Don’t let the enemy stop up the well of your soul. Don’t give allowance to doubt and human reason whereby the free flowing gift of faith no longer has passage. You are the vessel of God. Be a living well, not a dead memory. Listen now…