... -granted fluid in those arid middle eastern lands. Plain old water was never “plain old.” It was an absolute necessity, a sought after and fought over commodity. “Living water” was an established metaphor for something more than a wet slurp. “Living water” evoked scriptural images from the wilderness wanderings, to the establishment in Carnaan, to the words of the prophet Isaiah promising a flourishing, fulfilled existence to an Israel that faced exile. Suddenly the encounter between Jesus and ...
377. I’ve Peeked at the Back of the Book
John 20:1-18
Illustration
Robert Allen
A new pastor was visiting one of his church members who was in the hospital. The pastor was a young man, fresh out of seminary and still wet behind the ears as a minister. He was visiting this elderly man named Joe, and Joe was extremely ill. He wanted to talk to his pastor about his funeral service and the pastor wanted to talk about anything else – the weather, football, politics, or anything else he could think of. ...
... evil that goes beyond human comprehension — systemic evil that pervades our lives. We who are in America, the richest nation that the world has ever seen, know that some of our citizens have to sleep in doorways or in alleys or in dumpsters to avoid the wet or cold. Is that evil? Of course it is! Whose fault is it? Some miserable, hard-hearted building owner who refuses people a warm room? Or is it the fault of the system that even in peacetime sees its priorities as bombs before beds? Do you think ...
... resentments lurk in our lives and clog the flow of the Spirit in us? The only thing I knew to do was to dig up the pipe. I began to remove the dirt and follow the pipe until I noticed a particular place in the garden where the soil was wet and muddy. I found the break in the pipe. I was able to flush out the blockage using a garden house and I learned that this particular pipe was not designed for anything but water or other noncongealing liquids. The season of Lent provides us with an opportunity to ...
... he sat on his large, dark brown leather chair with his feet stretched out upon the ottoman and watching the Philadelphia Phillies in his den as he drank an occasional Miller Beer and smoked his unfiltered Camel cigarettes. Every now and then, he would give me a wet kiss on the cheek and I would experience his weekend stubble. Looking back on that time, I suspect that there was a mutual ministry going on between my grandfather and me. Because of the grief he must have felt over the untimely death of his wife ...
... understandably, quite proud of their new tombs. But wait — the story is not over. After a lengthy pause, God sent Moses to save the day. Moses led his people out of Egypt. Moses led his people through the Red Sea and no one even got a foot wet. (Did you see the movie?) According to one account, God renewed his covenant with Israel in a ceremony at the foot of the mountain. The Ten Commandments, guidelines for living, sweetened the deal. Moses led his people to the east side of Jordan, poised for the entry ...
382. A Firm Foundation
Illustration
... . He knew the hotel would not collapse. Shortly afterward, Wright got a telegram from Japan. The Imperial Hotel was completely undamaged. Not only that it had provided a home for hundreds of people. And when fires that raged all around the hotel threatened to spread, bucket brigades kept the structure wetted down with water from the hotel's pool. The Imperial Hotel isn't there anymore. It was finally torn down in the 1960s to be replaced by a more modern structure.
383. Desert Pete's Well of Water
Illustration
Keith Miller and Bruce Larson
... pump has got to be primed. Under the white rock I buried a bottle of water, out of the sun and cork end up. There's enough water in it to prime the pump, but not if you drink some first. Pour about one-fourth and let her soak to wet the leather. Then pour in the rest medium fast and pump like crazy. You'll git water. The well has never run dry. Have faith. When you git watered up, fill the bottle and put it back like you found it for the next feller. (signed) Desert Pete. P.S ...
... stand behind the Lord’s Table and break the bread and share the cup. Johnny was in the infantry in the British Army in World War II. His unit was surrounded, and he was captured and ended up in a prisoner of war camp in Poland. It was dreadful: cold, wet, filthy, and worst of all, there was almost no food, just a bowl of thin soup and a scrap of bread once a day. Prisoners lost weight, until they were skin and bones, contracted diseases, and began to die. The war was not going very well for the Allies ...
385. The Easy Road
Illustration
Staff
... a long silence, the wife said: "Jed, I think it's raining. Get up and to outside and see." The old mountaineer continued to gaze into the fire for a second, sighed, then said, "Aw, Ma, why don't we just call in the dog and see if he's wet."
386. The Fault Box
Illustration
Source Unknown
... on an idea the wife had. For one month they planned to drop a slip in a "Fault" box. The boxes would provide a place to let the other know about daily irritations. The wife was diligent in her efforts and approach: "leaving the jelly top off the jar," "wet towels on the shower floor," "dirty socks not in hamper," on and on until the end of the month. After dinner, at the end of the month, they exchanged boxes. The husband reflected on what he had done wrong. Then the wife opened her box and began reading ...
387. A List of Murphy's Laws
Illustration
Staff
... is postponed long enough will eventually become irrelevant. Law or repair: Anything adjustable will sooner or later need adjustment Harrison's Postulate: For every action, there is an equal and opposite criticism. A dog's affection increases in direct proportion to how wet and sandy he is. When you come in late for work, everybody notices; when you work late, nobody notices. The waitress always comes around to ask you how your food is whenever your mouth is full. The average time between throwing something ...
388. Counting the Apples in a Seed
Mark 4:1-20; Matt 28:16-20
Illustration
Dr. Robert H. Schuller
... in an apple. Only God can count the apples in one seed.'" Well, Ansley Mueller had been listening to this principle, and he sent this letter with a soybean seed: "It was 1977, Dr. Schuller, and I lost half my crop. It was a bad, bad year. It was so wet I couldn't get half of it harvested and it didn't develop. So, at the end of the year, in October, I would walk through the fields and try to pick up a bushel here and a piece there. Then, I saw standing by itself a most extraordinary, unusual ...
389. Waiting on the Weather
Illustration
... in the world didn't you fix it before it got that bad?" asked the stranger. "Well, sir," replied the farmer, "it just seemed I never did get around to it. When the weather was good, there weren't no need for it, and when it rained, it was too wet to work on!"
390. Paralyzed by Pleasure
Illustration
Staff
... deep snows of the mountain passes. As he checked for avalanches and as dusk and exhaustion overcame him he had decided to "hole-up." He made it wearily to his cabin but somewhat dazed with fatigue, he did not light a fire or remove his wet clothing. As the blizzard blasted through the cracks in the old cabin walls, the sleeping forest ranger sank into oblivion, paralyzed by the pleasure of the storm's icy caress. Suddenly, however, his dog sprang into action, and with unrelenting whines, finally managed to ...
391. Temptation: Don't Swim In the Canal
Illustration
Charles Swindoll
Some people fall into temptation, but a great many make plans for disaster ahead of time. "Son," ordered a father, "Don't swim in that canal." "OK, Dad," he answered. But he came home carrying a wet bathing suit that evening. "Where have you been?" demanded the father. "Swimming in the canal," answered the boy. "Didn't I tell you not to swim there?" asked the father. "Yes, Sir," answered the boy. "Why did you?" he asked. "Well, Dad," he explained, "I had my bathing suit with ...
392. A Job Well Done
Col 3:7
Illustration
H. A. Ironside
... took them from the water, nailed them on, damp as they were, and with the water splashing from them as he drove each nail in. One day I ventured inside, something I had been warned never to do. Timidly, I said, "I notice you put the soles on while still wet. Are they just as good as if they were pounded?" He gave me a wicked leer as he answered, "They come back all the quicker this way, my boy!" "Feeling I had learned something, I related the instance to my boss and suggested that I was perhaps wasting time ...
... a secret? What if they never found out who gave it?” Diane finally relented. If somehow Marty could give Kenny the gift without anyone knowing who gave it, that would be acceptable. So, on Christmas Eve Diane watched her son walk out the door, cross the wet pasture and slip beneath the electric fence on his mission of kindness. Marty raced up to Kenny’s door and pressed the doorbell. Then he ran down the steps and across the yard so he wouldn’t be seen. Suddenly, the electric fence loomed in front of ...
394. Playing House
Humor Illustration
... neighbor said, "Oh, please do come in!" She seated them on the sofa and served them cookies and lemonade. They chatted a few minutes, and then the lady asked if they would like more lemonade. The little girl answered, "No, thank you. We have to go now. My husband just wet his pants."
395. Hate to Burst Your Balloon
Illustration
Staff
... it along behind her. But the inevitable happened. The balloon bumped into the sharp edge of a metal railing and popped. With a single, loud "bang" it burst and fell to her feet. She looked down and saw what had been her beautiful balloon, now a forlorn wad of wet blue rubber. It took her only a moment to regain her buoyant mood, however, as she picked up the remains of that balloon, marched cheerfully to where her father was standing and thrust it up to him. "Here, Daddy," she said brightly. "Fix it."
... uses a wonderful analogy of this truth. He says that one summer his boys discovered large clay deposits in the swimming hole he and they had built in the Green River. The boys discovered that this clay made great body paint! They would get all wet, then smear clay over their entire body, head to foot. One day he noticed the two boys covered with clay, with a gleam in their eyes, whispering among themselves. Then they turned toward their mother and declared, “We love you, Mommy!” and ran toward her ...
... : “Dear, the plumber didn’t come to fix the leak behind the water heater today.” Husband: “Uh-huh.” Wife: “The pipe burst today and flooded the basement.” Husband: “Quiet. It’s third down and goal to go.” Wife: “Some of the wiring got wet and almost electrocuted Fluffy.” Husband: “Darn it! Touchdown.” Wife: “The vet says he’ll be better in a week.” Husband: “Can you get me a Coke?” Wife: “The plumber told me that he was happy that our pipe broke because now he can ...
398. Questions That Puzzle Me
Humor Illustration
... control when we know the batteries are almost dead? Why do banks charge a fee on 'insufficient funds' when they know there is not enough money? Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet? Why do they use sterilized needles for death by lethal injection? Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard? Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him? Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets? Whose idea was it to put ...
399. Make Me Clean!
Mark 1:9-13
Illustration
King Duncan
Pastor Thomas Pinckney says that one summer his boys discovered large clay deposits in the swimming hole he and they had built in the Green River. The boys discovered that this clay made great body paint! They would get all wet, then smear clay over their entire body, head to foot. One day he noticed the two boys covered with clay, with a gleam in their eyes, whispering among themselves. Then they turned toward their mother and declared, “We love you, Mommy!” and ran toward her covered with mud with ...
... have an identical scar on my other knee.” Here’s the story: several years ago this young mother “scooped up her toddler son from the swimming pool and began to walk toward a lounge chair. As she stepped onto the tiled patio, her foot slipped on the wet slick surface. She was also seven months pregnant, and it was one of those moments where you feel like you’re moving in slow motion but there’s nothing you can do to stop the fall. Within a split second, she knew her momentum was toppling her ...