How does it start?
Where does it begin?
The Big Business
The International Ministry
It seems it's just always been there
Grand and Beautiful
Ebbing and Flowing
the tides of success rolling in and out
seemingly without end.
The rushing rivers of hard work
and perseverance and patience
that have flowed into it
can't be seen from there.
You have to back up to see them.
These rivers transport life and
provide refreshment and growth.
provide refreshment and growth.
But where did the river begin?
Has is always been too wide to wade across?
Did it start that way?
Did other rivers of inspiration merge into it?
Maybe somewhere along the way,
it wasn't alone,
but in another larger body of water
influenced and encouraged to start out on its own.
Beginning as a small stream
of ideas and dreams
that came when one Aha! Moment of a thought
dripped into a heart
and a dream trickle began it's course.
Here in Itasca State Park, Minnesota,
1475 feet above sea level,
the mighty Mississippi River
begins to flow on it's winding way
2552 miles to the Gulf of Mexico.
Now he brought me back to the entrance to the Temple. I saw water pouring out from under the Temple porch to the east. The water poured from the south side of the Temple, south of the altar. he then took me out through the north gate and led me around the outside to the gate complex on the east. The water was gushing from under the south front of the Temple.
He walked to the east with a measuring tape and measured off fifteen hundred feet, leading me through water that was knee-deep. He measured off another fifteen hundred feet, leading me through water waist-deep. He measured off another fifteen hundred feet. By now it was a river over my head, water to swim in, water no one could possible walk through.
He said, "Son of man, have you had a good look?"
Then he took me back to the riverbank. While sitting on the bank, I noticed a lot of trees on both sides of the river.
He told me, "This water flows east, descends to the Arabah and then into the sea, the sea of stagnant waters. When it empties into those waters, the sea will become fresh. Wherever the river flows life will flourish - great schools of fish - because the river is turning the salt sea into fresh water. Where the river flows, life abounds. Fishermen will stand shoulder to shoulder along the shore from En-gedi all the way north to En-eglaim, casting their nets. The sea will teem with fish of all kinds, like the fish of the Great Mediterranean.
The swamps and marshes won't become fresh, they'll stay salty.
But the river itself, on both banks, will grow fruit trees of all kinds. Their leaves won't wither, the fruit won't fail. Every month they'll bear fresh fruit because the river from the Sanctuary flows to them. Their fruit will be for food and their leaves for healing."
This is for you who have held that drop of a dream
in your heart, winding your way,
picking up steam
and are seeing the fruit
of those healing trees and refreshing waters
along the banks.
You know who you are.
And it's for you whose dream is still just a
a drip, a drop, a trickle, a stream,
a crik, or a creek
hang on and don't give up hope.
You know who you are, too.
We look forward to enjoying
the refreshing benefits of your rivers.
"If anyone thirsts, let him come to me and drink.
Rivers of living water
will brim and spill
out of the depths of anyone
who believes in me..."
John 7:38 (The Message)