Plat-inggg. Plat-inggg. (You have no idea how long it took for me to try to describe that annoying sound.)
And speaking of annoying, I paid good money for that thing, and already it needs a washer or something. Another item for my man's honey-do-list.
Then I thought: if I was in Somalia, or a desert in Iraq or somewhere else people's throats are parched...I'll bet a plat-inggg drip would be music to my ears, soul and tongue. It's all about context. I have no needs. My fridge is stocked. Costco-sized dry goods line the shelves in my pantry. And that annoying drip comes from some of the tastiest, coldest water God's green earth affords--straight from a Northern BC river. But stick that drip where people long for a swig of water? It's straight from Heaven.
And so I ask. What kind of drip are you? Does your life--your words and deeds-- influence and enrich those who need Christ? Are you a blessed presence for people whose souls are parched for truth? Or do you primarily hang with folks who have everything? They know Christ, they're stuffed, overwatered even.
Jesus was a drip who came for the brokenhearted, downcast and empty. He filled them with Living Water, when they reached for Him. Our part in the Church is to be--spending time with Jesus, individually and corporately. Learning and sharing about Him, so that when we are called to drip into a thirsty world, people will recognize Him as the life-giver. We might be the drip, but He will get the glory.
