Walk to the Water

Sermon Text:  Exodus 17:1-7

Brennan, my youngest son, and I have had this little ritual for the last five or six years. One night when he was in bed he asked me to bring him a glass of ice-cold water. I did, then I did it again the next night and the next. Now every night for the last six years when he goes to bed, I take him a glass of ice-cold water. It has to be ice cold and it has to be from me. In fact, when I am gone and Sara takes him his ice-cold water, he tells me it doesn’t taste the same, not as good. You can say what you want about me, but I know how to make a mean glass of ice-cold water. I take him the ice-cold water; we smile, maybe chat a little; he drinks the water; we kiss good night and that’s it. Simple, simple for all of us. Well, maybe not for all of us. Read full sermon here (PDF)