I did not write a blog post last Thursday. I had nothing to say.
When I was young, there was a hike out at Christina Lake that we enjoyed as a family several times. For a couple rambunctious boys, the best part was definitely at the start. The trail head was marked with a hand pump for water that still worked. A few strokes to get it primed and then all the clear cold water you could want came forth. Occasionally, you would view a visitor try it once or twice and walk away before any water came forth. But the water was down there, just waiting.
People are not like that well. We run dry. Even Christians (perhaps especially Christians) hit empty sometimes. Rather than trying to muster up our own resources, we are called to be filled.
Do not get drunk on wine, which leads to debauchery. Instead, be filled with the Spirit, speaking to one another with psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit.
Ephesians 5: 18 & 19a
There is something pitiable about the person who quits working just before the breakthrough, just before things really get going, before the water comes. But there is another kind of foolishness I have tried many times. I am pumping the water and then it turns brown. Then it slows. Finally, it stops altogether. Yet I keep pumping. And pumping. And pumping. All the outward exertion and motion remains, but whatever was bubbling up inside of me has long since ceased; I am mainly pumping to show how hard I am working.
I am glad to be part of a church that is okay with people running dry from time to time. It’s not a lack of faith nor laziness. Sometimes we just run dry. And there is grace for that.
Lord, fill me.