Maybe I’ll have a bottled water taste test.

I could blow like $20 on bottles of Dasani, Aquafina, Smart Water, and all the other ones out there, and sample each one, and rank them by preference.

It just seems like with all those options out there I ought to have a favorite.  I mean, what if it turns out the Fiji bottle shape is head and shoulders ahead of Evian’s?  What if Ozarka’s taste blows Voss out of the…ahem…water?

And what if filtered water out of my fridge beats them all?

Wow, there sure are a lot of factors complicating things for a couple hydrogens and an oxygen.  Hmm.

I mean, do I really need to pit different containers of H20 against each other? Honestly, I don’t know exactly what my water taste test would achieve, except to thoroughly hydrate me, which I suppose would be nice.

It’s WATER.  And this bottle may taste a little different then this bottle, but maybe I don’t need a favorite.  Maybe I can just be glad to have it.  Maybe I can just drink it.

When Jesus offered a woman a drink of Living Water he did not worry about what electrolytes were added or if if was condensed from clouds.  He did not offer it in a particular package or at a certain temperature.  In fact, the whole point of his Living Water metaphor was that it was elemental.  It was quintessential.  It was beyond ranking or preference or promotion.

It was as simple as this:   You have thirst.   Here is Water.   Drink.

Ahh yes. That takes me back to the good ole days when water just showed up in drinking fountains or garden hoses.  Water was from the tap or a pitcher in the fridge and that was about all you could say about it.

Remember then?  You have thirst.  Here is water.  Drink.

Yeah, no bottled water taste test for me.  I’ll stuff all the bottles in my fridge and drink one when I’m thirsty.

Call it a spiritual thing, but for me I just want water to be water.

I want my water with a little mystery.  Variety.

Elemental.  Quintessential.

That sounds just H2Okey Dokey to me.

Have a great week,

Mitch