"Give me a drink..."

 

Yesterday (Sunday, March 11, 2012) during Adoration before Mass, I was reading the Second Reading by St. Augustine in my Liturgy of the Hours about the Samaritan woman drawing water from the well and Jesus saying to her, "If you knew the gift of God and who it is that is saying to you, 'Give me a drink...’ I looked up at the Blessed Sacrament and felt tremendous love and felt myself being drawn towards Jesus. I began to feel obsessed with giving Jesus a drink of water and thought about what that water represented. It is impossible for me to explain in words what transpired in my heart and soul, but this overwhelming feeling stayed with me during the entire Mass and all day. Even today (Monday) I am still thinking about Jesus' words — and believe that the water represented an outpouring of the Holy Spirit and the coming of God's Kingdom.

During Mass was thinking to myself that perhaps Jesus, as He usually does, would confirm to me my thoughts. They read the First and Second Readings and the Gospel, but no words about water. While following in the Missal during the Gospel reading, I happened to look over to the facing page for next Sundays Reading — it was about Moses striking the rock to bring forth water for the Israelites in the desert after they had been complaining. This brought light to what I had been contemplating during Adoration.

  After Mass, we went to breakfast with friends of ours, and one of them told me about a dream she had the night before and asked me if knew what it meant. She told me she dreamt she and her husband were in China and there was of a very large river of water where many, many people were floating. She said the people were not only Chinese, but of many different races —just floating alive down this river. I asked her if the water was rough and if it was dark in color, and she told me it wasn't. (l asked this because of a vision I was given many years ago (with my eyes), I saw a large body of water, very calm with little ripples, and felt very much at peace upon looking at it. I remember it made me smile. Then suddenly the water turned very dark and a large dark figure came up from the center of the water which was very frightening, and I shut my eyes and it disappeared.)

As continue to contemplate about what I experienced yesterday and what my friend told me about her dream, feel that this water represents an outpouring of the Holy Spirit, and our giving Jesus a drink (our wills) in exchange for the “Gift of God” – His Divine Will.   LB           

Updated on Dec. 15, 2016 – during Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament while reading Vol. 31, Nov. 27, 1932:  “Therefore there is great difference between one who works in my Will, and between one who works without Him. The first one is (the) source of which the font can be boasted of that its water never finishes, and that it can give water to whom it wants without ever drying out; the second is the font that doesn’t rise up and is dried up. The first one is fertile earth and its meadows always bloom, the second is sterile earth that hardly produces some wild plant. The first one holds the Sun at her disposition, which makes them drink large sips of light, of sweetness, of sanctity, of unconquered patience, of heroism, of sacrifices. The second holds the night that gives sips in order to maintain her passions, to weaken her and to make her lose the sight of Heaven. The difference between the one and the other one is great. Therefore, be attentive and make that my Divine Will consumes you and transforms you all in his light.”