What a privilege it is for me to be standing here and speaking to you, my church family. Today is a special day, it’s Baptist Women’s Sunday. I haven’t always been a Baptist, but I feel so at home now that I’ve been adopted into this beautiful family of believers. I feel honoured to be asked to share with you today and believe that God has something for all of us, myself included.
For the past couple of years the Canadian Baptist Women of Ontario and Quebec have had a slogan, a focus and its “Come Thirsty, Drink Deeply”. So I decided to talk about what that means to me, in my life and the way that God shows up and draws me to Him.
How many of us have experienced thirst in our lives? I’m pretty sure all of us have, at some point in time, and likely even today you’ve experienced it…maybe right now you’re thinking, I could really go for a nice cold glass of water.
As most of you know, earlier this year I had surgery. And one of the new realities in my life, that I really need to be mindful of, is making sure that I don’t get dehydrated. Water is essential for all living things, water is the largest component in the human body, the healthier you are, the more you have in your body, and the more you need.
Just after surgery I had got up to go for a walk and suddenly my mouth was dry and pasty. I felt lightheaded, dizzy. I had a headache. My mouth was so dry, I couldn’t even speak. No sound would form. I was severely dehydrated, even with my IV, my body needed water. The only trouble was, that I was given a small medicine cup to drink. One just like this, 15 ml. That’s what I was required to drink on an interval that would increase my tolerance of what my stomach could hold. I can tell you this, it was not satisfying, nor was it getting the job done, which is why I needed the IV.
So there I was, I hadn’t even made it to the door of my room, I was standing at the sink wanting nothing more than a big gigantic drink of water. I was thirsty and I was feeling miserable. And the nurse had to say to me “Amanda, I know you’re thirsty, but if you just drink this small amount, every 15-30 minutes, I promise you, you’ll start to feel better.” In my head I’m thinking, “ya right. can I please just have the big glass. I don’t want it in regular intervals, I want it all and I want it now!” The problem was, I wouldn’t have been satisfied with that, in fact, I would have felt incredibly sick.
Before I became a Christian, I was thirsty. I felt sick from the troubles of this world. I was a very mean and sarcastic teenager. Ya, I grew up going to church, I knew the stories of bible. But it wasn’t real to me. It was something that we did on the weekend. I would be picked up on Sunday mornings by the church bus, they would bring me to Sunday school and then afterwards I would stay in church with my grandparents and I’d be tucked between them and during the service I played with my grandfather’s pocket watch. I went to Christian summer camps and attended youth group as I got older but my faith wasn’t real, because it wasn’t mine yet. I was coasting along on my grandparents faith.
But I was broken. I had suffered some terrible things in my childhood. There were happy times of course, it wasn’t all bad but enough happened that I became very jaded to the world. If you ask Steve about me back then, he would likely say I was the tough one. I didn’t let people in, I didn’t trust people and I didn’t love people. But one day, I finally allowed God in. I knew from the bible that God was waiting for me, it my choice to follow, my choice to believe. And one Sunday night, in the back pew of the church I was attending, God knocked and I finally listened.
There was an alter call after the service. If you are unfamiliar with that, it’s when the pastor calls people forward to be prayed for. And I felt a tap on my shoulder and heard a whisper in my ear, felt the breath on my skin. “it’s your time Amanda, go forward” and I turned around, honestly feeling a bit frust