Later, knowing that everything had now been finished, and so that Scripture would be fulfilled, Jesus said, “I am thirsty.” - John 19:28, NIV
Man, KJV just sounds so much better than other translations, I don't care if it's a bad translation from a meaning standpoint. It's poetic, it's aesthetic. It's what I want in a translation.
Anyway, I have shockingly little to say about this saying. Distress. We've all felt it. My blog is full of words of distress. It's full of me telling stories about my search for the living water, for a font to quench my thirst. There's honestly not much to say about it.
I've lived in the desert, with achingly hot days and bitterly cold nights. I've wandered around from shapeless rock to shapeless rock trying to find my way. I've pushed away the cairns set up by others because I felt I didn't need their guidance. I know what it means to thirst.
I've felt physical pain. I've felt emotional pain. I've felt mental pain. My body aches all the time, from bike rides to long climbs to sleeping funny. I've suffered through multiple breakups, even when I initiated them. Hell, in a way my breakup with the other hurt even more than my break up with Her a few months before despite being much cleaner and after a much shorter time, simply because there was the knowledge that I never really opened myself up to trying. I'm distressed every couple of months when my depression comes back to torment me. I've failed exams (a shock to many, I know), I've failed at creating could projects. I've worked myself sick. I know distress.
But each time so far there has been relief. I don't believe in induction anyway, but I'll chose to trust in that.
Jesus answered and said unto her, If thou knewest the fist of God, and who it is that saith to thee, Give me to drink; thou wouldest have asked of him, and he would have given thee living water. -John 4:10, KJV
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