day no. 15,619: the Fount that never fails

"If you have come to that blood once, you will come to it constantly. Your life will be 'Looking unto Jesus.' Your whole conduct will be epitomized in this--'To whom coming.' Not to whom I have come, but to whom I am always coming. If thou hast ever come to the blood of sprinkling, thou wilt feel thy need of coming to it every day. He who does not desire to wash in it every day, has never washed in it at all. The believer ever feels it to be his joy and privilege that there is still a fountain opened. Past experiences are doubtful food for Christians; a present coming to Christ alone can give us joy and comfort. This morning let us sprinkle our door-post fresh with blood, and then feast upon the Lamb, assured that the destroying angel must pass us by." -- Charles Haddon Spurgeon, Morning and Evening

Christians are blessed to come a fount that never runs dry and never fails to satisfy our daily thirst. Christ commanded us to ask for our daily bread. He does not expect us to live off of yesterday's provision. Being a Christian is not a matter of getting used to day old bread. Yesterday's water won't slake today's thirst. Last week's bread won't fill today's hunger. 

Matthew 6:11

Give us this day our daily bread

Today's tasks require today's faith and God, in His mercy, provides all that He requires fresh daily.

Lamentations 3:22-26

It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed,

because his compassions fail not.

They are new every morning:

great is thy faithfulness.

The Lord is my portion, saith my soul;

therefore will I hope in him.

The Lord is good unto them that wait for him,

to the soul that seeketh him.

It is good that a man should both hope

and quietly wait for the salvation of the Lord.

If you seek satisfaction anywhere else, you will die of thirst. No other fount is faithfully filled daily and available to those who desire it. It cannot fail. It is living water and cannot evaporate or freeze. No matter how hot, no matter how cold, it runs and moves and gives life by being eternally lively.

“Are you not thirsty?" said the Lion.

"I am dying of thirst," said Jill.

"Then drink," said the Lion.

"May I — could I — would you mind going away while I do?" said Jill.

The Lion answered this only by a look and a very low growl. And as Jill gazed at its motionless bulk, she realized that she might as well have asked the whole mountain to move aside for her convenience.

The delicious rippling noise of the stream was driving her nearly frantic.

"Will you promise not to — do anything to me, if I do come?" said Jill.

"I make no promise," said the Lion.

Jill was so thirsty now that, without noticing it, she had come a step nearer.

"Do you eat girls?" she said.

"I have swallowed up girls and boys, women and men, kings and emperors, cities and realms," said the Lion. It didn't say this as if it were boasting, nor as if it were sorry, nor as if it were angry. It just said it.

"I daren't come and drink," said Jill.

"Then you will die of thirst," said the Lion.

"Oh dear!" said Jill, coming another step nearer. "I suppose I must go and look for another stream then."

"There is no other stream," said the Lion.”

― C.S. Lewis, The Silver Chair