I was reaching for the jug…
Was Eve hungry in the garden when she reached for the fruit?
She knew the truth.
She believed the lie instead.
It’s me.
I have the truth… and still exchange it.
Something immediate… for something lasting.
Not always loudly.
Sometimes quietly.
Almost without thinking.
I know when it comes.
Alone.
That subtle thought:
No one will know.
And in that moment… there’s a choice.
Without looking, I reach.
I know where it is.
The jug is familiar.
Easy.
Close at hand.
I grab it.
I pour.
I wait for the numbness.
And then I hear him:
“Whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst…”
I turn.
I see him.
And still… I reach past him.
I know where the jug is.
“Give me 90 days,” he says.
Not forever. Just 90 days.
When the thirst comes; go empty.
Call out> “Fill me!”
“They have forsaken me,
the spring of living water,
and have dug their own cisterns,
broken cisterns that cannot hold water.”
— Jeremiah 2:13
Running Down Vimy 