A Parable for the Thirsting Soul:

MADA remembers the story of a lone traveler crossing a vast desert with only a few jugs of water.

Halfway across, several jugs shattered, and the traveler’s supply dwindled.

Days later, exhausted and near death, the traveler reached an oasis — but not the kind one expects.

There was no spring, no pool, no stream.

Only a brick wall with a single water faucet.

The traveler fell to the ground in relief.

“An unlimited supply of water,” the traveler thought.

“Maybe someone will come along…

maybe someone will open the faucet…

maybe someone will give me a drink.”

And there the traveler waited — dying of thirst beside the very source of life, hoping someone else would turn the handle.

MADA reflects:

Many souls live this way — standing beside the faucet of Divine Love, waiting for someone else to open it.

But decency begins when the human heart reaches out, touches the handle, and lets the water flow.

A Gentle Invitation to Reflect

Sometimes a message is not meant to be agreed with or disagreed with. Sometimes it is simply meant to be sat with.

Thank you, Bobby Sawick