I was washing up the dishes this evening when it occured to me this thought. I use only the surface of my being in daily tasks. There really is a very deep well inside of not only me, but every person alive. We drop the bucket down that we all daily draw from the top percentage of the water in that well. How often do we let the bucket sink deeply into that water to plumb its depths to waters unknown to us?
Only on rare occasions have I found those depths. It is hard to grasp what I want out of this writing because I know there’s something in what I am thinking, but I find myself held at bay by some unknown force to what is in there. Is there something there I must not know about as yet? Is there a need to know basis placed upon what is in there?
I remember as a young man going to one of my relative’s home that still had a well in his yard from which he drew water. All the grown up men standing by it talking of the goodness of the water in that well. We would drop a bucket down and hear it splash in the water some several feet below the top and then the well’s owner, Mr. Tom, would push the rope to away from himself and then jerk it back toward himself. This made the bucket tip so the water would fill the bucket. He would then pull the bucket up and it would be brimming with water. It wasn’t the clear kind of water you get from a kitchen faucet. I remember it was kind of silt colored. But the water was drinkable and cool from the depths. It was good water.
So, just what is down inside us that can be drawn up? I believe there is a side to our being that is still veiled to us. There have been times when I sense it in my spirit. I believe the maturing of the regenerated soul of man gives us glimpses of what we are capable of.
There’s this myth about the brain as well. It is said we use only 10% of our brain’s capabilities. Science has theorized differently over time that the brain is a multi-functioning organ that has the ability to use itself at varying percentages by way of use. Some tasks use more of the brain than others.
I want so badly to break through the surface of my being to dive into the place beyond my normal everyday self. I believe God has given me that on occasion. In it I find real purpose and meaning to life. It’s where I got my book from which is in the publication stage presently. I found myself so fluent in thought and words on my screen that it left me amazed at what I wrote. My publisher has said it is a small, yet needed work to be placed in the public’s hands to read for this day. I take no glory in it for myself. God opened that door inside me and it flowed out. I am but a vessel He poured into. That is our purpose in life.
We need to realize that the clutter we carry about inside us leaves no room for God to pour into us. This is why it is imperitive to study His Word and allow it to declutter our lives so that a clean vessel can be filled with His purpose. Inside of us is a great cavern awaiting His answers to another’s questions about life. We spread the Gospel of a surety by way of introducing God to others through Jesus’ death burial and ressurection, but in order to make things practical to another we must be able to allow ourselves to be filled with the answers to hard questions for the world. Our mouths are the spout from which pours those answers. That means we need to empty ourselves as the need arises. We don’t just throw water on the ground. We plant seeds that grow. We water plants that are in need for growth. That is purpose.
I see people crying out for answers every day and I find myself overwhelmed at the number of them as if it were nest after nest of baby birds, beaks upturned crying out for another morsel of food from their parents. No one of us can do this. It is dependent on a corporate body of many to feed the multitudes. Are you ready to do your part?