“I believed, therefore I spoke; I was greatly humbled.” (Ps 115: 1, LXX / cf. Ps 116: 10, KJV)
What a beautiful, Spirit-filled moment the Psalmist shares with us here: he’s been compelled to speak, by and from the conviction of his faith, and “greatly humbled” by that experience. When we make the “living water” of God’s word our “own,” imbibing it in faith, it flows out of us in our own words, somehow also filling us with the gentle grace of humility; with the gentle realism that is humility, and clearing up the burdensome confusion of merely-human words. Just as the Lord promises us, “whoever drinks of the water that I shall give him will never thirst; the water that I shall give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” (Jn 4: 14, a passage I’m perhaps over-quoting lately, I know).
This Spirit-filled experience is shared with me in Holy Scripture, that I may recognize it, and desire it, as the way I want my own words to “work.” Today I let myself be nourished and humbled by the “living water” of God’s word, that I not be left “running on empty,” with the over-abundance of merely-human words in my own head and in various other media. “Lord, give me this water,” I say with the Samaritan woman this morning, “that I may not thirst.” (Jn 4: 15)