Wednesday, April 10, 2019
After this, Jesus, knowing that all was now finished, said (to fulfill the Scripture), “I thirst.”
What a strange interaction it was. Jesus said, to a Samaritan woman, an outsider, a half-breed, who never would’ve expected an interaction with a Jews, give Me a drink. She responded not with water but with a question, how is it that You, a Jew, ask for a drink from me, a woman of Samaria?
Okay, fine. But then comes this even more peculiar response from Jesus, if you knew the gift of God, and who it is that is saying to you, ‘Give Me a drink,’ you would have asked Him, and He would have given you living water. And He followed that up with, everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him will never be thirsty again. The water that I will give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life. (John 4:7–15)
Wait, what? Water that wells up to eternal life and quenches an eternal thirst? Yes, please, we would all ask for this water. Later, in fact a few chapters later, Jesus tells a crowd, if anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink. Whoever believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water (John 7:37–38). If you are thirsty, Jesus says, come to Me. That’s beautiful, inviting, and if we are honest with ourselves, when we read the lesson today, don’t we think it’s a bit odd?
In our lesson tonight here is the One who promised living water so that man might never be thirsty again, is now hanging on a cross, dying. With nearly His last breath, He cries out, “I thirst.”
Behold the well of living water, the fount of water welling up to eternal life. Behold the very Rock who was split in the wilderness to give a wellspring of life-giving water to His thirsting, complaining people. Behold the One who created the waters that flow, rivers that run, oceans that surge, water tables that nourish, and springs that bubble.
Behold the God who made six stone jars of water into the best wine the wedding guests had ever tasted, with a vintage to satisfy their taste buds beyond the simple wedding banquet. Behold the man! He’s thirsty. Dried up, parched, with His tongue sticking like Velcro to the roof of His mouth, craving even a sip of sour wine from a sponge. Behold the man who thirsts.
Having taken on human flesh, the Second Person of the Trinity now needs to drink water in order to survive. If this God doesn’t drink, He’ll die. His tongue is like sandpaper in His mouth; He wants a drink.
And you? For what do you thirst? What does your flesh ache and groan for? Probably, not a drink of water. That’s far too ordinary. Do you thirst for money, for riches, for power, for success, for popularity, for comfort, or for security? Or maybe your thirst is more basic, for another swig, for another beer, for another glass of wine to numb the pain, to dull the senses, to make you forget the cruel realities of living in this world. Maybe you thirst for more likes, more respect, or a better salary. You, like Jesus, are thirsty. But you, unlike Jesus, are thirsty for self.
Jesus thirsts for you. God has taken on human flesh, flesh that hungers and thirsts, flesh that needs sustenance, flesh that was beaten, abused, mocked, nailed to a cross, and is hanging until He thirsts. But He’s not thirsting so that He can live. He’s thirsting because He can die. He’s thirsting because He has flesh. He has flesh because He desires to save mankind. Behold the man who thirsts.
Behold the man who empties Himself so that you might be filled. Behold the man who is cut off so that you can be grafted in. Behold the man who thirsts so that you can be satisfied. Behold the man who thirsts so that men might drink and never be thirsty again. Behold the man who is parched and dried up so that you will find in Him a river of life. Behold the man who thirsts as He dies so that you might never die, not like this, not the big death, not this death separated from God, not death and hell. Behold the man who thirsts so that you might be satisfied.
In Him, your thirsts, your desires, your needs are quenched. Every thirst is primitive, back to the days in the Garden of Eden. Every thirst is eschatological, calling forward to the new creation, to the river of life, to the new heavens and new earth.
Your thirsts, even when they seem shallow and distorted, is really a thirst for this wellspring, the river that flows and waters the whole earth. Your thirst is good, it reminds you of your Creator’s provision in the garden, a call to remain in Jesus alone, who offers water that will quench every thirst.
Until then, as you wander in this wilderness between the first Eden and the New Eden, your thirst for this river of life, is still good. In the same way that hunger sharpens your desire for the bread of life, the body of Jesus, this thirst disciplines your taste buds to desire something more than water, wine, or temporary fulfillment. This thirst disciplines you to want a heavenly drink.
Until you can satisfy your thirst with this eternal water of life, there’s a river from the Lord’s altar that soothes your parched throat. It is here that the blood of Him who bled for you, who thirsted for your fulfillment, who died so that you might have life. From the chalice in the Lord’s Supper flows a river that gives you a foretaste of an eternal quenching, a stream that can fulfill your deepest thirst.
Behold the man whose blood still flows for you. Behold the man who was dried up with thirst so that your dry lips could be satisfied with the drink of His blood for true drink. Behold the man who thirsted. Behold the man who bids you thirst no more. Behold the man who is the fountain of a new drink, the river of life, the water for which you thirst deeply and intensely. Behold the man who was dried up with thirst so that you might be quenched with a water that flows to eternal life. Behold the man, God who thirsts for your salvation. Behold the man!