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Drip, Drip, Drip - Sermon for March 23



Drip, Drip, Drip

Exodus 17:1-7 and John 4: 5-42    March 23, 2014

Tomorrow is my mother’s birthday; she would have been 78 years old.  She died in the fall of 2012 of metastasized breast cancer which had moved into her liver.  My mother was a strong independent woman who loved her life, loved her children and grandchildren, loved her husband, loved to travel, loved to read, loved her friends.  Most of her life was well lived – but stuff happened, and things shifted and when she was entering her 50’s about the same age I am now – she developed Rheumatoid Arthritis, she learned to live with this new reality as painful as it was and transformed her life so that she accommodated her illness, and was able to still travel, still entertain, still work, still spend time quality time with family, and still read and was engaged in the world.  But as she aged and over time as the heavy duty drugs began to take their toll, life had no choice but to change – and what was once easy and simple became difficult and painful.  Eventually my mother developed breast cancer and diabetes.  Life became smaller and harder and much more painful – she underwent chemo, began measuring her blood sugar daily – and moved into a desert as her time between life and death became shorter – and the quality of my mother’s life decreased until it was confined to the couch, and needed someone with her at all time to help her with her personal care.  But into this desert of my mother’s life – of my mother’s death – came this stream of living water in the flow of friends that came and shared time, in the ripple of the grandchildren’s voices sharing special moments, in the cascade of laughter shared with daughters and husband in the celebration of the daily ups and downs of life.  We were in the desert and we were dry and parched and yet – drip – my mother’s love filled the house and drip my mother’s faith  comforted us in knowing that she was not afraid to die and drip as we journeyed as a family to her death our lives where filled with hope because we knew that she would always be in our hearts – drip, drip, drip.

The people of Israel are literally living in a desert – the air is hot and dry and so is the ground – covered with sand, and bracken – very few plants are able to survive in this harsh climate.  Food is scarce and so is water – they have complained to Moses about their circumstances and he has spoken to God, And God is provided manna – a daily scattering of a flakey substance that they are able to gather up and bake into bread.  But the people wandering in this desert remember what it used to be like when they were slaves in Egypt – for
·       there they had food
·       there they had all the water they could drink
·       there they knew what each day held
·       there they understood the order of things
·       there they had the same place to lay their head each night – in short – in Egypt although they were slaves, life was predictable which made it safer than what they were living now!
Now they were wandering in the desert with no real destination, following a man with a stick, who is reminding them of God’s promises but they seem pretty hollow when you are so thirsty you can’t think straight.  This desert wandering, manna eating, no water anywhere is sight is not what they signed up for when they agreed to follow Moses to the promise land.  But here they are – nevertheless – and as the people in the desert reflect on where they have been and have no real understanding of where they are going, they begin to grumble, and the grumbling gets louder and begins to sound like complaining which gets louder and begins to sound like hostility and resentment – and soon into this angry mob of thirsty desert wanders is a new sound – and it becomes the only sound that can be heard –THWAK! Moses takes that stick – and lands it not upside that heads of the complaining people but instead – Moses does as God directs him and hits the rock right in the midst of the people – and before the people understand what is happening long enough to stop complaining – water gushes out of the rock – cool, sweet, thirst quenching water –
·       water enough to assuage even the most deepest this thrist
·       water enough to remember what the journey you are on is about and that it is with God
And that this God – your God has released them from bondage, and saved them from tyranny, and parted the sea that now separated them from their enemies and protects yourthem returning to slavery and also it is this God that provided them with food and meat – this God, your God that quenches their thirst, quenches our thirst.  Drip, drip, drip.

In the movie, Under the Tuscan Sun the main character Francis at the beginning of the movie discovers that the life she has been leading has shifted.  The marriage she thought was stable is over.  Her world comes crashing down around her ears and everything in her life changes – her life becomes smaller and dries up and she moves into a time of desert.  The life she knew ceased to exist and she becomes unable to figure out how to get back on track.  She is given a trip to Tusconny, Italy by her best friend.  While there, on some sort of strange impulse she does not understand, she purchases an old Italian villa and moves her life to Italy.  In the front foyer of the house there is a water tap, she does not even see it the first time, she only discovers it because she bumps into it and scratches her arm.  She turns it on – but aside from some creaking and groaning of old pipes nothing happens – not a drop of water comes from the spigot.  And so her journey begins – her new life in Italy, becomes about the restoration of this villa, and simultaneously becomes about the restoration of Francis’ life as well.  As she develops relationships with her neighbours, her Polish contractors, her best friend – drip, drip, drip – slowly throughout the scenes – the facet begins to leak water.  First it is only a drip – then a bigger drip and a bucket is required to catch the water so the floor does not become too wet.  As Francis’ life changes and as she is releasing the life she used to have and embracing this new life, the flow of water increases and increases so that by the end of the movie, the tap is pouring forth water all over the floor.  A cascade of life and love, friendship and food, joy and blessing – water flowing from the villa – drip, drip, drip – living water.  

Our lives get dry at times; our souls get parched and dried out.  There are so many reasons we enter into desert spaces.  Sometimes it is because we
·       have lost a relationship with someone we have loved due to death, divorce, or estrangement
·       we have lost a beloved parent, or spouse or child
·       we have lost our independence due to aging
·       we have lost our health due to disease or accident
·       we have lost our dreams or our hopes or our vision of the future
·       we have lost our financial stability
·       we have lost ourselves in the midst of confusing times or strange circumstances
There are many ways to lose what we know and find ourselves in the place where we never wanted to be, living a life we never wanted to live, coping in the dry drab and dreary desert.  Sometimes we do not know how to cope, how to do much more than put one foot in front of the other and go on because that is all that the only direction that is possible to move in this desert time.  We have all been there –or we will all get there at some point in our life, because that is the way of things, this is what it is to be human – life is full of ups and downs – joys and sorrow – life and death - deserts and oasis.
Like the woman in today’s gospel story our lives sometimes get to that place of dryness, where the decisions that we have made for our lives are dry and barren, and life sucking instead of life giving.  How many of us have made choices that have led to dead ends or dry places where we were just getting by in the same old same old…

Sometimes we make a career choice or a relationship choice or a lifestyle choice that may have appeared to be the right one when the choice was made but over time we reach a point where we just function and we are not sure what  do – where to go – or how to change… but when we get to that place – that dry desert place of knowing that something needs to shift – that our direction needs to change – drip, drip, drip – Jesus comes and has a conversation with us – about God and life and hope and choice and decisions and newness and drip, drip, drip – the living water begins to flow.

Jesus comes as he came to the woman – when she was least expecting to have an encounter with God – Jesus came, and from the simple request of providing him a drink, this woman’s life took on a new purpose, a new direction, a new hope and a new calling.  Jesus came and challenged the direction she was going – and her ability to look at her life honestly and to accept that she had to change directions.

David Lose offers this reflection on the woman’s decision:  “And here, …, is the part of the story that witnesses to her transformation. For in terms of John’s story and world, this nameless woman has pretty much everything stacked against her: she is a Samaritan in this Jewish story, a woman in a male-dominated world, has lived a challenging and probably tragic life, and is very likely dependent on others. And yet after her encounter with Jesus she leaves her water jar -- perhaps symbolic of all the chores and difficulties of her life -- behind to live a new and different life and to share with others what God has done for her.
What, I wonder, holds us back from living into the future God has prepared for us and sharing the news of what God has done? What, that is, are the jars we would like to leave behind, trading our past tragedies and present challenges for the living water Jesus offers?”[1]

In a moment we are about to engage in a ritual that offers to you a promise of support, care and nourishment in the bread and the cup.  This sacred food that we will be partaking in, offers to us not only nourishment for our bodies – but also our souls, our spirits.  It too is living water – a moment of grace offered to you to consume to remind you that the gifts that was received by the woman at the well – are our gifts as well, and are offered to us to support and sustain us through even the driest desert.  

Drip, drip, drip – the living water is offered to you.   Drip, drip, drip, living water is producing new ideas, inspiration and insights…drip, drip, drip – living water is offering new opportunities, choices you did not see before….drip, drip, drip – living water is offering you a new direction, a road less traveled but fulfilling and satifiing…drip, drip, drip – living water and what was once dull and dreary is being transformed and what was once dry and parched floods into our lives, our souls and the world.  Living water, this symbol of life, this symbol of blessing, this symbol of grace,  this living water that drips into our lives in the midst of despair, reminds us that God is always with us and we are never alone.  This living water that comes THWACK out of stone hit by a stick is ours to quench our thirst, to nourish our souls to revive and re-invigorate us for the journey that we go on with our God.  Remember, the drip, drip, drip of grace is eternal and ever present and life giving and can assuage even the driest of deserts and quench even the deepest of thirsts – Thanks be to God.  Amen





[1] David Lose:  Leaving it All Behind:  https://www.workingpreacher.org/craft.aspx?m=4377&post=3111

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