The Spirit and the Bride say, “Come.”
And let the one who hears say, “Come.” And let the one who is thirsty come; let the one who desires take the water of life without price. Rev. 22:17
Heavenly Father, of all the commands you could have ended your written Word with, thank you for choosing the one you did. Instead of “Do more, try harder”, or “Pull up your book straps, and get on with it” or “Buck up and get over it,” you went with, “Come, thirsty ones. Come and take the free gift of the water of life.” Thank you, a gazillion times over, thank you.
What a kind, grace-full, and loving Father you are. What we need the most is absolutely free to us—the Gospel. The alluring waters of sin taste sweet for a moment, but bitter forever. The sparkling waters of self-righteousness only make us sick, and insufferable to others.
So, on this Superbowl Sunday 2020, we bring our thirst to you, Father. Thank you for the living water Jesus alone can give—the artesian spring of healing grace; the life-giving libation of your mercy and love; the fountain of abiding peace and everlasting joy. And, Oh my… how thirsty we are, Father.
We’re thirsty to know Jesus better and better. We’re thirsty to be filled with the Holy Spirit afresh. We’re thirsty to be quicker in our repenting and slower in our excuse-making. We’re thirsty to be more generous with forgiveness, and everything else you’ve entrusted to us.
We’re thirsty to be as free, whole, and loving as Jesus will make us. We’re thirsty for the Wedding Feast of the Lamb, when the bride will no longer say, “Come!“ but will say, “We’re here, Jesus, your whole Bride!”
We’re thirsty for the Day when your glory will cover the earth as the waters cover the sea. We’re thirsty for the Day of no death, wiped tears, and full joy. Maybe in 2020, Father? So very Amen we pray, in the beauty and bounty of Jesus’ name.