Water

How amazing water is. My plants survived the big dry with the help of grey water but they don't thrive with this second hand wash water. A day or two with some decent showers and everything responds with life. My water tanks are overflowing at last.

I just learned something the other day and after living a number of decades it astonished me to think that I had lived all these years believing something that was entirely wrong about something that seemed so sure. I learned that rain drops were not in the shape of a tear. No, indeed! They are flat on the bottom and kind of heaped in a round on top.

I thought of all the pictures I must have drawn as a child of Auckland's ubiquitous rain drops. I thought about watching drops forming into tear shapes from dripping umbrellas and tree leaves. I never realised that once gravity pulled them from their cling, they would flatten out and round out before the final splatter.

I have been cheated really. Everyone assumes rain drops are tear shaped. Yet, if we had thought about it a little more, it does make sense. It just isn’t quite as attractive to imagine. Instead of lovely tears falling softly from heaven, we have jelly puddings, splotting everywhere. Not quite the same.

Truth isn’t always what we think either. Just because we are sure of something, it doesn’t make it true. You can live on the washing machine water that is dished out by the wisdom of man. It has some life. But the water Jesus offered was pure. It doesn’t always fit what I like to see and it isn’t always pretty, but just a few drops of what falls from heaven changes everything. We were made for this water to fill us and anything less just leaves us feeling duped.