Every living creature which swarms where the river flows will live; there will be many fish, for these waters flow there. It will become fresh and everything will live where the river flows. (Ezekiel 47:9)
Dani and I sat outside a thatched chalet, watching the Zambezi River. A one kilometer wide mass of liquid silver roiled past. Hippos, monkeys, and a dozen species of birds feasted on the river’s life source. A giant reptilian monitor crawled out of the reeds and flashed his forked tongue. Twenty-four hours a day, every day of the year, the mighty Zambezi carries life across the heart of Africa.
In his vision, Ezekiel saw a river flowing from under God’s throne and across thirsty land. Ezekiel’s river was a spiritual abundance that turned back salty corruption.
Watching the Zambezi made me realize how virile is the grace of God. Nothing deters the flow. It rolls over deception and confusion. It breaks through man’s waywardness and every dam Satan might try. Day after day, grace marches deep and wide, silent and unstoppable across the arid sins of life.
Where grace flows, man may drink. I’m invited to lower to my knees in humility and slake my thirst, and then to immerse. Upon entering the mighty flow, I’m swept into holy living. I try to keep one foot on the shore, but there’s no staying put. I must abandon the world, float solely in grace, and let it carry my character to a new place.
No other source brings the life that flows with such unstoppable volume in the river of grace.
Prayer: Father, saturate me in grace.