A few weeks before leaving for India I asked my friends Sven and Elke for a verse to take with me, a piece of scripture that would be on my mind, so to speak, while I was away. Sven responded a few days later with John 7:37. I read it and, arrogantly, replied by saying ‘nope, that’s not it, keep looking’.
After a week in India my monster thirst had only grown in stature and determination. You know when you’re so thirsty it feels like you’ve eaten sand and you’re so dehydrated you start seeing black spots? I felt like that all the time. At first I thought I was just getting used to the hot climate and needed to up my water intake but later I started thinking there was something supernatural about my thirst. I drank close to 6 liters of water a day (not counting all the nimbu pani and chai I was drinking) but I was still thirsty. Of course it doesn’t help waking up in the morning feeling like you’ve slept in a sauna but this morning, despite being hot and thirsty, I woke up and flipped my Bible open, I had been reading the gospels and I opened to where I stopped reading back in SA. My eye caught a word that had a completely new meaning for me these days.
“If anyone is thirsty, let him come to Me and drink. Whoever believes in Me as it is said in the scriptures, streams of living water will flow from within him”.
Never has any piece of scripture (or literature) been so literally relevant to me personally. It was John 7:37.
Amen, brother Sven.