It was an extremely hot day. A late spring day in South Carolina can be quite warm. I was miserable, sweaty, and tired. There was no shady spot on the roof we were shingling. My hair was wet and matted from the sun's rays. The tar paper was warming my shoes to the point that my toes felt like they were too close to the fire on a scout camp-out. It was too hot to sit without burning the posterior. My thighs were worn out from trying to squat down and hammer and it was a backbreaker to continually stay bent over and do it. It was one of those afternoons where minutes seem like hours. And it was still a long way off to quitting time. My prospects for relief were not looking good. To top it off the water container we had was empty - and I was really thirsty. Parched. Did I say I was miserable?
Suddenly I saw it. The hose was just laying there by the bushes. And O, sweet joy of life! There was water coming out of it; just a small stream. I guess they forgot to turn it off all the way. Maybe it was watering the flowers. Who cared? It looked cool and refreshing and clear and ... well, it was water. I went down the ladder and walked to the hose. Ummm, water. I picked up the hose and put it up to my mouth. God is good, isn't he? I took a long healthy sip. Gag! Sputter! Blech! WHAT IN THE WORLD??? I dropped the hose immediately and spit out all the water I could - it had to be contaminated. This stuff was horrible. What was it? My brother called down to me, "Is it cold?" "Does it look like its cold from my body language?" I snapped back at him. Coincidently he later became an investigator with the South Carolina State Police. I guess some people's powers of observation blossom late.
Out of the house a gentleman came. He came a few steps over to where I was still spitting out the vile liquid. But I noticed he didn't come too close. By the way, what was he doing home? I thought he was at work. If I had known he was home I would have just knocked and asked to fill up the WATER CONTAINER ON THE ROOF!!! Anyway, he said, "Uh um, it probably won't hurt you any, but that's the drainage from the air conditioning unit. And you might not want to drink that." You know, I may not want to skydive without a parachute; I may not want to do dental work without anesthesia. But I know, definitely and without a doubt I did not want to drink that water. BUT, for the record, I am glad that it wasn't the sump pump draining, or I'd still be chewing altoids.
Bad water. Everybody hates bad water. And especially loathsome is water which misrepresents itself as refreshing or warming, but it isn't. It's a promise not kept. It's a purpose unserved. It's disappointing. Jesus hates bad water. He said so. To the Laodiceans he declared, "I know thy works, that thou art neither cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot. So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth" (Revelation 3:15-16) Laodicea was a model city. Built in the Lycos River valley it had location, location, location. It was a center of finance, manufacturing, medicine, and fashion. It had a great view of the mountains where the city of Heiropolis, with its white cliffs, had famous health spas. People would come from all over the world to bath in its healing hot water springs. Also, to the east of Laodicea is the huge snow-capped Mount Cadmus. At the foot was situated the city of Colossae. Colossae was famous for its cool, refreshing, running springs coming down from Cadmus. It was the Evian of its day. Colossae and Heiropolis were well-known and visited because of the usefulness of their waters.
Somehow the brain trusts at the Laodicean City Planning Council got the bright idea to bring the water from the mountains to Laodicea via aqueduct. The water was filed with copper and it clogged the pipes and carried the stream unfiltered to the city. The result was a brackish, mineral filled concoction. Laodicea had the distinction of having the dirtiest and foulest water supply in Asia Minor. Not only that, but the water was tepid – neither hot nor cold. It was nearly useless.
When Jesus says be cold or hot, I don't think He is saying be for me or against me, just don't be apathetic. I think He is saying, be useful for something. Be refreshing like the water of Colossae or be healing like Heiropolis. The Gospel fills us with life-giving Living Water and we are to share it.
Before you look up pensively and say, "You know what? Technically, I don't think Living Water is a title for Christ." You're right, it's not really a title for Christ, but it is a concept that is closely associated with Him, and I like it. And this is my devotional, so I'm using it. Christ is the Fountain of Living Waters (Jer. 2:13) and we are to let it bubble over into the lives of others.
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