Water is often linked with a language all its own. Depending on where and how you experience water, it can be soothing, cutting, refreshing, scalding, silent, loud, and everything in between. From my apartment, I see water in several different directions. From the Arabian Gulf to Abu Dhabi’s intercoastal waters and smaller waterways, there is a sense of peace and purpose to it all. As I reflect, the images and sounds of the waters of days gone by come to mind.
Everyone seems to have a view of any given body of water. Ironically, the water of Abu Dhabi is ignored except as an enhancement to one’s view. Even as I remember my initial ridicule, I have come to understand the dynamic. For much of the year, it is too hot for many to go to the beach. With the humidity, warm beach water, and relentless sun, the experience is not one everyone looks for.
As I consider the different viewpoints, I realise how often how water is a unique story to each beholder. No one story tells all. As I remember the scene of a famous French river, I could see and hear how the story varied from one person to another. Does anyone see it all?
One story has a heavy emphasis on nourishment and refreshment. From irrigation to a water supply, water brings a form of restoration and recovery. It may not always be potable, yet at its source, it is wonderfully true to itself. The land and inhabitants’ interactions and touch have not yet lefts their mark.
Another story talks to the way water serves its communities. Boats and ships move across it with purpose. Smaller vessels are out on the water for pleasure and enjoyment. From transport to fishing to fun and games, water helps deliver an outcome.
Reflections take water’s story and replay it as my own. “Being a Jew won’t give you an automatic stamp of approval. God pays no attention to what others say (or what you think) about you. He makes up his own mind.” (Romans 2.11)
