I thirst.
The anguished cry descended over the crowd, emitted by the tortured Man suspended.
I thirst.
The cry of humanity.
The cry of humanity.
To the Samaritan woman He had said, If you drink of me, if you drink of the water I give you, you will never thirst again.
Yet in His humanness He thirsted.
He the Creator, yearning for water.
He the perfect, infinite God, humbling Himself and asking for a drink. Acknowledging His physical thirst.
He Who spoke water into existence, asking for the life-sustaining liquid.
He Who does not call us to unthirsty lives, but calls us to acknowledge our needs. Physical and spiritual. To humbly say, I thirst. And drink of the cool water of relief.
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