Hovering this morning over a song, Psalm 87, about a city called the “city of God.” A city founded by God. The city on the holy mount. The place in all of Jacob that God sets His affections toward more than all other dwelling places. A city with not only a colorful past, but with also a glorious future, “for the Most High Himself will establish her.” Zion, the city of God.
But having some problems turning what is felt, as I chew on it this morning, into something tell’t. Tongue tied, in a way. Hitting just as many backspace keys on my keyboard this morning as I am trying to hit other keys.
So, here’s the bottom line for me (just so happens to be the bottom line of the song, as well):
Singers and dancers alike say, “All my springs are in you.”
(Psalm 87:7 ESV)
The place that God loves, the city built on His foundation, the hill with a glorious future, is where the thirsty can go to satisfy their thirst. The place they can pursue, when things are getting somewhat arid.
It’s the place where the glory dwells. The place where the throne of David is established. The place with a glorious future as one day, I believe, it will be the place where the King of heaven will physically reign on earth.
But it is a place present today, a spiritual place. The place where the King reigns even now. A place found in the hearts of His people through the power and presence of His Spirit. The Spirit providing now all that we need for this day, and for every future day.
On the last day of the feast, the great day, Jesus stood up and cried out, “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.'” Now this He said about the Spirit, whom those who believed in Him were to receive, for as yet the Spirit had not been given, because Jesus was not yet glorified.
(John 7:37-39 ESV)
Living water flowing out of the heart. Water that can quench every thirst, revive every dried-out soul, restore every weary wanderer. The Spirit of God sent by the Son of God. Spring up, O well!
That’s what we find in Zion. Water for the weary. And not just refreshment that allows us to trudge through another day of desert walking, but water that brings a song to the tongue and a bit of toe-tapping to the feet (as close to dancing as some of us are going to get, I’m afraid).
All my springs are in You, Jesus.
As I abide in Your presence, at the foot of Your throne, and that by faith, all my springs are in You, and that by Your Spirit.
And He said to me, “It is done! I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end. To the thirsty I will give from the spring of the water of life without payment.”
(Revelation 21:6 ESV)
The Spirit and the Bride say, “Come.” And let the one who hears say, “Come.” And let the one who is thirsty come; let the one who desires take the water of life without price.
(Revelation 22:17 ESV)
All my springs are in You.
By Your grace. For Your glory.