Resistance is Futile Against This Force, Baby!

It’s hard to avoid the subject of water if you’re living in Rhode Island.

Water is everywhere these days. It’s overflowing all the places it’s supposed to be and it’s finding its way into places it isn’t welcome.

Roads are rivers. Bridges have ceased to be that. Basements double as wading pools. Sitting in your backyard now requires a fishing license.

The home we move into two years ago has been an experience in the persistence of water to find its way to where it wants to go. Last summer I spent one memorable thunderstorm alternating two Styrofoam coolers into our bathtub as water poured into the house through the light fixtures due to a leaky roof. A month ago, we traced a dripping sound in the kitchen to a leaky pipe on the bathtub. Last night, I was awakened by a noise I now know is the sound a furnace makes when the water table reaches the height of eight inches in your basement.

While you’re slipping into your wading boots or finding your third detour home, you do have to admire the persistence of water and its absolute insistence on finding a way to where it wants to go. When water wants to claim a spot, resistance is seriously futile.

I often live as though I am powerless but I have within me the force of the Ganges, the Amazon and the Nile combined.

Jesus said “If anyone is thirsty, let him come to me and drink. Whoever believes in me, as the Scripture has said, streams of living water will flow from within him.”By this he meant the Spirit, whom those who believed in him were later to receive. Up to that time the Spirit had not been given, since Jesus had not yet been glorified.”

I live in the day prophesied by Isaiah when he said “This is what the LORD says— he who made you, who formed you in the womb, and who will help you: Do not be afraid, O Jacob, my servant, Jeshurun, whom I have chosen. For I will pour water on the thirsty land, and streams on the dry ground; I will pour out my Spirit on your offspring, and my blessing on your descendants. They will spring up like grass in a meadow, like poplar trees by flowing streams.” (Isaiah 44:2-4)

Yes, some days I feel powerless but it is an evil lie whispered in my ear by the enemy because I have within me the forces of a thousand tsunamis, a living tidal wave of epic proportion, a glacial flow that can crush opposition and endure over thousands of summer suns.

Flowing from within me is the living water of the spirit of Jesus Christ. I am not powerless, I am truth on tap, I am a fire hydrant of deliverance from flame, I am the seven seas at high tide, baby. Resistance is futile.

Are you wandering in the desert, my friend? The oasis you see in me is no mirage. I got the goods, baby, just ask and I’ll lead you to the source that never runs dry.