JOHN v.19-30.
Here is my reservoir. |The Son hath life in Himself.| All vitality has its source in Him. He is the enemy of death and the deadly. I can paint the dead to look like life; I can use rouge for blood, and make the white lips red, but it all remains clammy and cold. I can galvanize, but I cannot vitalize. I can |break the ball of nard,| and make perfume, |but still the sleeper sleeps.| |In Him is life.| |In Christ shall all be made alive!|
And here is my hope. |The Son also quickeneth.| He is not only a reservoir, He is a river. He is |the river of water of life.| And His blessed purpose is to flow into desolate places, converting deserts into gardens, and making wildernesses to blossom as the rose.
And He will come my way if only I will |hear| and |believe.| There is a flippant hearing which, while it listens, laughs Him to scorn. There is a cheap hearing which will venture nothing on His counsel. And there is the hearing of faith, which simply |takes Him at His word,| and in the glorious venture experiences the unsealing of the fountain of eternal life. |Whosoever will, let him take of the water of life freely.|