A Cup of Cold Water

Good morning. After my meditation time and prayer, I think on yesterday and find myself embarrassed although you all told me not to be embarrassed. It is simply that at the moment I was caught off-guard and vulnerable. That made me afraid.

I’m choosing love again today. Not a love that harms another, but one that brings water to dry places. One of the reasons I love the photo I took in a dry Oklahoma forest is because of a memory of shared water.

Oklahoma Forest 2001

In seminary, we were assigned different things to do to challenge ourselves to grow. I knew I wasn’t good with home visits, always too nervous being in someone’s home even when invited. I was assigned a 97-year-old woman.

 

On a trip to her sister, she wanted to stop and get water at this church that had an outdoor faucet like this. It was in Columbia, SC and wicked hot. I had a truck at the time, but no cup. There were construction workers there. She rolled down the water and asked the sweating dirty men to bring her a cup of water.

 

One man put his paint down fast and ran over to a styrofoam cup I had not seen. He had a chaw of tobacco in his mouth so I hoped that it was his coffee he poured out. He thoroughly washed out the cup and came over to the truck. With the gentleness of Jesus offering water to a child, he offered Miss Neva a cup of water in a dry place.

 

It is one of my most beautiful memories.

 

“… and whoever gives even a cup of cold water to one of these little ones in the name of a disciple—truly I tell you, none of these will lose their reward.” 

~Matthew 10:42 New Revised Standard Version (NRSV)

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JRobin Whitley

Robin is an artist living in Western NC writing from the mountains. She lives with her little black dog, Birdie. Life is amazing! Robin received her undergraduate degree in music from Pfeiffer Univeristy and her Masters of Divinity from Lutheran Theological Southern Seminary. She plays guitar, mandolin, and piano.

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