April 9, 2017
And so the servant cautiously trekked the sandy roads of the Jordan valley, past the buzzing city of Damascus, and steadily around the Fertile Crescent. He approached the gurgling Euphrates River. He carefully crossed, staring at the rising sun in the East, an intemperate eye of the desert that especially seemed feverish against the traveler while staring down at high noon. But the wary experienced servant sipped water from his well worn leather bag methodically. He paced himself until he ventured upon an active camp. He knew he was in the right place. He settled in and prayed. He asked God to test the would-be bride of his master’s son. The servant would ask for a simple drink of water. And if the attending woman was indeed the chosen of the Lord she would then offer his ten camels water to drink.
Now, according to John B Phillips this would have been “no small test. A camel will drink about five gallons of water, and the servant had ten of them. To draw some fifty gallons of water from the well and empty them into the trough in the heat of that climate was a big undertaking. Such a woman would make a very good wife.”
This generation is thirsty like the ten camels of the servant. The dry deserts of sin have them parched. The lonely travels without much hope or help have them desperate. The dangers of thievery and predator attack have them wary. The slow trek across sands of the depressively unknown has them anxious. And the bride has the water. We must serve it. We cannot be stingy. We cannot do the normal thing, go the normal way, give in to the normal tendencies of religious comfortable mindsets. We have greatest mandate of all time. We have the best living water ever produced from the wells of eternity. We have the most important position to quench the thirst of millions if we simply go the extra mile. We need to hope now more than ever that thirsty people put Pentecost on their bucket list; cause we’ve got the buckets and we’ve got the water.