I was once staying where the villagers had to bring all their water from a well. "Is this well ever dry?" I inquired of a young girl who came to draw water.
"Dry! Yes, ma'am, very often in hot weather."
"And where do you go for water then?”
"To a spring a little way out of town.”
"And if the spring dries up?”
"Why, then we go to the stream higher up, the best water of all.”
"But if the stream higher up fails?”
"Why, ma'am, that stream never dries up. It is always the same, winter and summer.”
I went to see this precious brook which "never dries up." It was a clear, sparkling rivulet coming down from the hill—not with torrent leap and roar, but with soft murmur of fullness and freedom. It flowed down to the highway side. It was within reach of every child's cup. It was enough for every little empty vessel. The small birds came there to drink. The thirsty beast of burden along the dusty road knew the way to the stream that "never dries up.”
How like the waters of life and salvation flowing from the "Rock of Ages," through the one offering of the Lord Jesus Christ on Calvary! Every other brook may become dry in the days of drought and adversity, but this heavenly spring never ceases to flow in rich abundance.
Thirsting soul, you may come and drink. Wearied and fainting ones, lingering disappointed around the broken cisterns of human hope and consolation, Jesus calls you to Himself. Take the low place as a sinner before God. Stoop down and drink of that water now. Jesus says: "If any man thirst, let him come unto Me, and drink." John 7:3737In the last day, that great day of the feast, Jesus stood and cried, saying, If any man thirst, let him come unto me, and drink. (John 7:37).