The drunkard staggered towards her destination. With her wine bottle empty…she was empty.
"More, I need more!" She then began to cry.
And so it was with every step closer that every part of her body struggled onward, as the wind howled and swirled about her, like an unseen offense to her purpose and progress.
She tried so hard to concentrate. A little disoriented, she fought for control… Ok, I'll take one step at a time…. one step at a time. Push on, push on. I can do it, I can do it. Her mind went to the little red engine of her yesteryears. Recalling its determination and chanting "I think I can, I think I can," it brought a little smile to her face. Yet she knew that she was going to need much more than the encouragement of a little red engine.
With head bent into the wind, she pressed onward...passing street corners…passing alleys…passing buildings…passing others.
"I need a drink! And I need one now!" the drunkard moaned desperately.
"Help me God!"
Then suddenly down the road, she saw her destination. It was a tall building that resided in the middle of the big city and its businesses.
Come on, one more block. You can do it.
Struggling still, one last blast of wind assaulted her as she opened the door. But then, this very wind that seemed dead set against her, catapulted her through the entrance into the warmth of the building, closing the door behind her.
She stumbled in, trying desperately to take control of herself. She had been here many times before, but not for the businesses. As she collected herself, she turned to her right and there it was. The place she knew and loved so well. She opened the glass door and staggered into the church sanctuary towards the altar.
The drunkard fell down upon the kneeler. Looking up towards the Cross hanging on the wall, her soul cried out, "Oh Lord, my bottle is empty! And oh, how I thirst for more Wine!"
Jesus' words called out to her, "It is the spirit that gives life, the "flesh" is of no avail; the words that I have spoken to you are spirit and life."*
She looked around and saw the scriptures under the stained glass windows. She began to drink of them. She drank and drank and drank. The Spirit welled up in her to overflowing.
Yes, she was a drunkard. Yet, not of earthly wine, but of the New Covenant Wine! Not of an earthly wine bottle, but of a spiritual and eternal wine bottle to be filled up and overflowing.
With her thirst quenched and delightfully fulfilled again, she was on her way, knowing that now she would make it through the day.
I am that drunkard. I thirst for God everyday. I work in the Chicago loop, where I can stop in anytime and enter a beautiful sanctuary with its open doors to the public located on Clark Street. Why stop? Because I have learned that just as the wine bottle is of no good when empty, so it is with God's earthly wine vessels, which are you and me! So let us choose daily to be drink of the New Wine and be filled to overflowing with God's Word and Spirit!
*John 6:63 (emphasis added.)
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