On the Planet of Water
We use it in our paints. We wash in it. We slide down chutes into pools of it. We freeze it for summer and boil it for winter. We pour it on unborn plants. We travel on it.
We cry it.
We ride it on boards and on skis. We compete in it. We drink it from bottles and cups and glasses and fountains. We make beer with it. And rice. And bread. We irrigate our golf courses with it. We open parks for it. We torture with it.
We baptize in it.
When Jesus was here, he was dunked into water, and asked for a cup in Samaria and on the cross. His body, like ours, was 65% water. His brain, 80%.
We need it, so we build wells for it. We boil the bad stuff out. We pack it into canteens for long trips. We dam it. We flavor it.
We hate it, so we wear boots to keep it out. We carry umbrellas. We invent raincoats. We build roofs for our houses and cars.
But the origin of the word “water” comes from the root word for “wet.” And water always seems to find a way to break through our fortifications. We clean out our flooded basements, we flee hurricanes and tsunamis. We insure ourselves against it. We rebuild what it destroys.
But we thank God, nonetheless. Because water is how we live and how we dye.
What is one of your favorite uses of water?
Besides using it as a substance of life, how has water blessed you or made your life more enjoyable?
How has water made it worse? (For me, one word: waterbeds.)