10% Heart

I knew I should’ve made a post earlier this week to lead up to what I’m about to write about. Time is fleeting however, so I’ll work with what I’ve got and take a wide curve from my normal post. Today I raced in my second collegiate 8K race (4.9Mi.) and came in 118th place with a time of 30:42. With that time I PR’d (Personal Record) by about a minute. Woo! Way to go Travis! You PR’d! Yeah, yeah…I know I should be proud of that, but I’m still frustrated that I’m placing in the triple digits! Sure, I’ve improved timewise, but I’m still lingering in the back of the pack catching only the stragglers that exhausted themselves in the beginning of the race. It seemed like with each person I caught, three more would pass. I’m a decent runner, mediocre, run of the mill…I’m tired of that! I don’t expect to be the best, but I don’t accept my current standing as success. I’m slogging my way through the races and prove I can finish strong with a standard time for the standard runner. I’m a collegiate athlete though! It’s about time I race like one!

Posing for Herb

I mean, look at that! Does that look like the face of a collegiate runner to you?

In my high school days, Coach Hoover, who means so much to me told me once that running is 90% physical and 10% heart. He said “When your body is shutting down and you don’t feel that it can bring you to the finish, then you have your heart finish for you. Running is 90% physical, when that fails, the last 10% is all on your heart.” Hmm, perhaps not a direct quote, but the point is, when your lungs seem like they’re overloaded, your thighs are begging to feel relief, and your mind is fighting your body, you have to rely on your heart to push down those walls and get you to that finish.

Miller Landing 8K

My second high school 5k that I ran, I remember coach coming alongside me (Coach would run the J.V. races with us) and saying that I needed to move up. He said I was sandbagging and needed to push myself. For the remainder of the race, he ran behind me, and each time I would slow down, he would shout “TRAVIS!” I quickly responded by picking up the pace. Haha That’s how it went, he would say encouragements as we went, him, another teammate of mine and myself. We were truckin’ along as he gave his famous Hoover talks. When the last mile mark hit he told me to leave him and that’s when he told me that my heart is what will guide me to that finish mark. “Running is 90% physical Travis, 10% is heart. Your legs will carry you, so long as you have the heart to push on!” I listened and I left coach and my teammate ending the race with a four minute PR! (My first race being a 29:33, but let’s forget about that) I continued to progress with each race, always keeping in mind that it’s 10% heart. I dropped time by huge chunks being two minutes, minute and a half PR’s up until I hit my runner’s wall. The runner’s wall is where you start to plateau and you don’t see a lot of improvement, it’s expected. I started to average twenty-one minute 5k’s and finished my first season with a 21:14.

2nd at Freedom run

Jumping back to present day, I was so ready to break down my wall and defeat this beast! (8k) I was ridiculously nervous during the days leading up to it and before the start I was still anxious. I took out at a hard pace, but not unreasonable for the first half mile. Looked pretty good, until all around me people just kept passing. I was quickly fading, and try as I might, I knew I could not hold their pace. Thus, begins the mental warfare, mind and body at odds, who prevailed? Mind…definitely mind. I pulled back and quickly lost my position. Maintaining a comfortable pace essentially means you just forfeited the race and you’ll settle to simply finish. I wouldn’t say I got to that point, I knew I was going to have to hurt and hurt bad if I wanted to truly compete. For the first two miles I glided along at a pace I was comfortable with, then I decided to race. By then though, it’s too late, the leaders have been racing since the gun sounded and here I am two miles into it saying “Alright! Who’s ready to challenge THIS guy?!” I do this weird snapping thing with my fingers and take off regaining a hard pace making ground on my fellow stragglers. Then I falter…Then I rebound! Then I falter. Back and forth I go trying to muster the courage to truly hurt and go beyond my perceived limits. I did manage to let out a few of my famous Travis “screams”, partly due to mistaking the finish to be a mile and half before it actually came. This mistake did bring me to a point where I was picking up stride and turn-over, which allowed me to make the true finish more competitive.


Look at that finish! Close call there, with only a two second lead!

The life of a runner is frustrating to be sure. When you have your victories though, the rewards are worth all of the pain and frustration you felt to achieve that victory. When you have your coach smile at you and say “Well good deal!” joy overwhelms you. Breaking down your own barriers and pushing yourself to limits you never thought possible, brings about such a high sense of accomplishment. You break down that wall and you reach that goal and and you go after the next goal. Progressing with determination and vigor, reach that goal, you never thought possible.

The face of pain

Now that! That is the face of a determined runner! A runner who is facing pain and pushing through it. I just have to bring him back!


Note- If you haven’t read my other post talking about Coach Hoover, please take the time to do so. start first with Shattered followed by Take Comfort.

Precious Jewels

Here of late, love has been the topic on my mind. How to understand it, how to obtain it, how to grow in it are all things consuming my mind. I’ve been listening to pastors and teachers, reading my Bible and have been in prayer. Love is something I so deeply desire, yet I’m unconvinced I fully grasp it. To express genuine love towards someone and to have that same love expressed towards you. What does that look like…feel like?

I am convinced, that love should erupt the soul with life! Inexpressible excitement should overwhelm someone as they speak of the one they love with others. All the more should the soul rejoice in their presence. Someone who is precious to you should do nothing less to your soul. Whomever is precious to you deserves to be appreciated, valued without price, and cause a total change in your Spirit when you meet. Eyes gleam brightly, smiles cease to fade, and to join hands ignites the body. Your soul should be as a child. Abounding in absolute and pure joy! The two should grow together, strengthening one another and if the Lord should have it, become as one.

One of my favorite quotes comes from the Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo.

“Do you know what friendship is?” he asked.
“Yes,” replied the gypsy; “it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand.”
‘And love?’ pursued Gringoire.
‘Oh! love!’ said she, and her voice trembled, and her eye beamed. ‘That is to be two and to be but one. A man and a woman mingled into one angel. It is heaven.” 

  Many see this as a childish view of love, but how right Esmeralda is in the story! To grow together until the two are as one soul is exactly what God had intended for us. 

Some Pharisees came to Jesus, testing Him and asking, “Is it lawful for a man to divorce his wife for any reason at all?” And He answered and said, “Have you not read that He who created them from the beginning made them male and female, and said, For this reason a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh?” So they are no longer two, but one flesh. What therefore God has joined together, let no man separate.”

Seeing that many of us will one day be joined together with another, there needs to be an overpowering desire to protect what is precious. In Song of Solomon the brothers of Solomon’s wife say this while discussing what to do concerning their younger sister. (About age 11 or 12 as indicated by “she has no breasts”.)

We have a little sister,
    and she has no breasts.
What shall we do for our sister
    on the day when she is spoken for?
 If she is a wall,
    we will build on her a battlement of silver,
but if she is a door,
    we will enclose her with boards of cedar. – Song Of Solomon 8:8-9

The brothers are determined to protect their sister and will keep her from men who would take as they please and leave. Thieves in the night more or less. Men with no honor in them, men who are driven by passion, convincing the easily swayed that the passion they feel is Love. Willing to take and destroy what is precious to others is the most dishonorable act I can think of.

Consider Jewels, Precious stones, Gold and Silver. All are pleasing to the eyes and valuable. Locked away in vaults, glass casings and alarms to alert of attempted thievery. Vaults and policemen are there to protect what is precious and valuable. How much more is your value? Do not allow men to rob you, be a wall and know without a doubt that you are beautiful, valuable and precious. Within the castle walls dwell treasures that are desirable by all. Fend off the thieves and those with no honor. Grant the key to the castle defenses to only those of honor, valor and respect. Someone who does not wish to steal the treasures within, but to know, grow and protect what is precious. YOU are the treasures kept behind the wall. For a man to desire to know you, grow with you and to protect you is an honorable thing.  It should be a man’s desire to show compassion towards you, kindness towards you and to be the epitome of what genuine love is. Paul describes what genuine love looks like in 1 Corinthians 13:4-7  Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.” Furthermore, Jesus speaks of the greatest love one can demonstrate.  “This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends.” John 15:12-13  Love should see no limit. Not even death should keep you from protecting the one you love. To lay down your own life for the sake of another is most admirable indeed. A true act of valor, to preserve someone who is more precious in your eyes than your own life. Just as Jesus laid down His life for our sake; we are precious in the sight of God, never forget this fact.

Consider the diamond also, the symbol of love and marriage. The strongest precious stone known to man, unbreakable as it is, so also should love be for one another. Ever growing, ever strengthening, love sees no limits. A foundation as strong as the immovable mountains, as staggering as the most grand of structures and a aura of pure genuine love. The love between two souls should be so immensely compelling that witnesses of such a strong love have their own souls stirred with emotion. “Who is that coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved?” Song Of Solomon 8:5 These are the witnesses of Solomon and his wife returning from their time spent together. Just the two of them, furthering their love for one another. These witnesses know who they are, yet when they return, their love has grown so much greater that they do not recognize them. 

His left hand is under my head,
    and his right hand embraces me!
 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
    that you not stir up or awaken love
    until it pleases. – Song Of Solomon 8:3-4

Tenderly he loves her, he desires to know her and she desires to know him. Awaken love when the time is right, when love is ripe and passion is not the dominate force. Desire for a soul that is immersed in immense love. Love that will set your spirit ablaze and bare witness to all a pure and genuine love, granted by God above.

 Praise God our Father! The ability to love so deeply is a marvelous gift. Do not neglect this blessing, love one another just as our Father has loved us. Develop such deep love for your loved ones that Christ shines through and may all who bear witness to your love be awestruck by so great a love. 


Take Comfort

Suppress, suppress, suppress…it will be over soon. Hold it all in says my body, yet my heart cries in anguish! Be strong! Be a man! says my mind, yet my chest burns in rage! My throat clenches and I blink the tears away, still I hold back the flood welling up inside. Suppress, suppress, suppress…I’m afraid I can’t any longer. I cry out in bitter pain sounding like a wounded animal I whimper. I beg and I plead Lord take this pain away! For what comfort do I have? My world has been ripped apart. The man I longed to hear say to me “I’m proud of you Mr. Travis” or see him light up when I told him of my race performance, is now gone…What comfort do I have?

Be at peace my heart, for I have comfort in my faith in the Lord. Faith that as brothers we will be reunited.

O heart humble yourself and be at peace. Take comfort in your friends, for they suffer alongside you. Share the burdens of this immense pain and prevail as one body.

Find joy my soul, joy in those around you. Joy in your friends made family thanks to one man.

Seek love my soul. Feelings are ever-changing in the breeze, but love that is genuine, that is pure, that is divine, is eternal. A never-dying love with unconditional standards is a precious love to possess.

Be at ease my body, release the flood gates and expose the severed bond between two souls where my pain originates.

Seek humility O mind. To endure physical pain is the mark of manhood, but to mask emotional pain is the folly of a youthful mind. 

Take comfort, in the gifts of the Lord. My family I’m so blessed to have. My friends whom I love dearly and consider myself greatly blessed to have in my life. My ability to compete in a sport that has created the most precious bonds I possess. A heart so full of love that I’m able to give away pieces and still have plenty left for myself.

In these, I shall take comfort…In these, I shall find peace…In these, I shall find love.

God being our guide, we shall prevail over the pain of loss, and rejoice over the love that was left behind.

With much love I write,

Coach, you’re the real winner here, look at the size of your family! With much anticipation, we shall be reunited.

“He took him outside and said, “Look up at the sky and count the stars—if indeed you can count them.” Then he said to him, “So shall your offspring be.” – Genesis 15:5


I am fortunate, the Lord blesses me daily, but one of the greatest blessing bestowed upon me was the bond I developed with a great man while he dwelt here on earth. Paul Hoover was my Cross-Country and Track coach during my high school days. A coach turned friend, a friend turned family. My Cross-Country family and I are all shattered, essentially, last night we lost our father.

Broken vessels we’ve become, individually we are just a piece of a shattered mirror. Coming together we can piece together the mirror, but it will never reflect clearly as it did once. Light is always found in the darkest of places however, each piece now reflects its own reflection, its own memories, thoughts, and heart. Each piece is reflecting the same image, but at its own unique angle and light.

Coach Hoover is a father figure to many of us, always there for us even if we had graduated. My heart breaks on its own accord yes, but my heart breaks all the more for my brothers and sisters. My friend Stanley, who is much like an older brother to me would even visit Coach on Thanksgiving day. Thanksgiving is a day reserved for family and that’s what we are. There are some people who you meet in life that you bond with better than some of your own blood family. Coach was one of those people. 

I’ll tell you what, I wouldn’t be who I am today if it weren’t for Coach Hoover and the team. My first race I ran a 29min. 5K, I shot out for the first mile and quickly realized that I wasn’t ready for such a distance (for I was on the team only a week). I remember going up the wall of a hill (Miller Landing) and being passed by all of the girls on the team, each saying good job as they passed. I knew I didn’t really do well. However, with each race I dropped in time, and with each race coach expected more and more out of me. By the end of the year he told me that when I first joined he truly didn’t think I had it in me, “Maybe in the next year or so you’re make varsity time.” but he was surprised that I made it down to varsity time my first year, with my final time being 21:14. Following track season under the leadership of Stanley I marked my time down at 19:12. Running with Stanley after school was not just wonderful training, but something I looked forward to daily. After that summer I went into the season as one of the top runners on the team. I set my PR at 17:56 at our regional meet and even though we missed state by a few points I know coach was proud of us. It was the closest to state our  team had ever been. The following year we became the first boy’s Cross-Country team to make it to state with our school. Thank God He blessed us with such a feat.

I have much better stories to tell, but I’d like to keep those reserved for my family. They would only mean so much to those outside the family anyway. For us, precious memories are like Gold.

Coach had me ride with him down south to a dealership after I was out of school. He needed an extra driver for the return trip. I’m so blessed to have spent the day with him, we talked for hours and had lunch together. We talked about teammates past and present for a good bit. A new light was brought about him when he talked about the team. He was so very proud of everyone, his love for everyone was as genuine as it can be.

I want to refrain from using too many names on here, but each person we talked about was spoken of with love.

I wrote coach a letter a few weeks back, I’m so grateful that he got the chance to read it. I was able to tell him how much he meant to me. I have a hard time expressing my feelings verbally, so to have it in written word I believe it meant a lot to him. He told me himself actually, that he was proud of me and the team. We shared a special place in his heart.

Those Who Died in Christ

13 But we do not want you to be uninformed, brethren, about those who are asleep, so that you will not grieve as do the rest who have no hope.14 For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who have fallen asleep in Jesus. 15 For this we say to you by the word of the Lord, that we who are alive and remain until the coming of the Lord, will not precede those who have fallen asleep.16 For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 Then we who are alive and remain will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we shall always be with the Lord. 18 Therefore comfort one another with these words. – 1 Thessalonians 4:13-18

In time, we shall be reunited in Christ.

Lincoln Logs

Have you ever made an awesome structure with Lincoln Logs and you beg your parents to leave it proudly standing in the living room for the next few days? I sure have, many times in fact. When we build something that we’re proud of and is wonderful in our eyes we never want to see it destroyed. In the case of Lincoln Logs, we either beg for it to remain intact or we continue to add-on to it and your parents allow it to grow since you’re still technically playing with it. However, that is what most will do when they want it to stand, at some point, you grow bored. Pieces are running low, so new buildings aren’t as good or perhaps it’s just been sitting stagnant in the living room and you’re ready to tear it down. Then one day, you’ll start again on a new structure, that you hope to be more wonderful than the last.

The other night I was thinking about relationships and how they should grow and expand with time. What makes a relationship healthy, strong and loving? I was running a few thoughts I’ve heard from Andy Stanley and other pastors through my head; as well as 1 Corinthians chapter thirteen, refreshing myself with the qualities of love. Then I had the thought that relationships are much like Lincoln Logs. (a weird comparison I know) Lincoln Logs are always great fun when you first start building with them. You lay out the floor plan with the foundation, you start building up the walls adding windows and doors as you go. *Pretty soon you have a massive tower as your center piece and as I would do, place your plastic army men on high points to fend off the evil tan armies. After you finish building, you stand back in awe of what you’ve just created.

Now, I have seen some pretty cool structures built with Lincoln logs, but I’ve also seen some pretty basic huts or lopsided houses. Here comes the comparison, (it makes sense I swear) There are those who lack creativity and can’t seem to make a decent Lincoln Log house, so they make multiple houses. Destroying one after another trying to figure it out, many houses rise and fall. Perhaps they didn’t use the flat pieces for the foundation and it fell, or they forgot to add windows and doors and basically have a box. whatever the case may be, the houses aren’t really anything to be in awe about. Using Lincoln Logs as the visual here, imagine these poorly made houses as a relationship. Poor foundations, lacks substance, lacks care in the making, and they don’t stand for long. (definitely would not pass the living room test) the builder or in this case builders, failed to make a lasting structure, so it either fell on its own or they purposefully destroyed it. Truly, because it’s worthless to them. Unless the builders can learn to build a solid foundation, put care in the design and truly puts their hearts and souls into the making of the house, then the house will never really be wonderful.

The living room test – would your parents be proud of what you’ve built as much as you are? Enough to where they would allow you to display it in the most visited place in the house?

A healthy relationship starts with a firm foundation, with proper design and planning, building upon that foundation is the next step. Unlike Lincoln Logs where you can only build so much then must stop, a strong relationship never truly ceases to grow. The Lincoln Log tower is capped with a roof or a tower block, but a relationship cannot be capped, it must continue to expand. Both builders must love what they are building, take a step back, look in awe, then ask how to make it better.

There are many different avenues I could take, such as the structure must be evenly built. (Evenly Yoked) I could go on to say more about building the structure up and how to maintain it. However, the point I want to place the most emphasis on is the foundation. Nothing stands for long on weak foundations, such as the house built upon the shifting sands. 

“Therefore everyone who hears these words of Mine and acts on them, may be compared to a wise man who built his house on the rock. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and slammed against that house; and yet it did not fall, for it had been founded on the rock. Everyone who hears these words of Mine and does not act on them, will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand. The rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and slammed against that house; and it fell—and great was its fall.” – Matthew 7:24-27 (NASB)

In all relationships strive to build a strong foundation first and foremost. In your friendships, with your siblings, parents and especially your spouse. (best get a move on if you’re married with a weak foundation) Although I used Lincoln Logs to compare the structure of relationships, never treat a relationship as a game. It’s not something you can simply pick up, play with till you’re bored and throw away as if it’s yesterdays news. Far too often the dating tactics of high school follow people into adulthood and they pick up and drop relationships over and over. To build ONE lasting structure that is wonderful and leaves you awestruck is far better than a trail of destruction.

Below are links to Andy Stanley’s video series “Love, Sex and dating”. I highly recommend this series, especially for students in high school who through society tend to have a morphed view of what a relationship looks like. 

http://northpoint.org/messages/the-new-rules-for-love-sex-and-dating/the-right-person-myth/ – Video one

http://northpoint.org/messages/the-new-rules-for-love-sex-and-dating/gentlemans-club/ – video two

http://northpoint.org/messages/the-new-rules-for-love-sex-and-dating/designer-sex/ – video three

http://northpoint.org/messages/the-new-rules-for-love-sex-and-dating/if-i-were-you/ – video four

I would recommend for the ladies to watch video one then three, go back to two then four. Everyone must watch one and three though, if nothing else watch those two.

*Note – In case you’re wondering, I still do like to bring out the ol’ Lincoln Log set and my armies of plastic army men. Lincoln Logs are the Bee’s Knees man!


Not many men would admit to liking things of beauty, such as flowers. Flowers posses so much more than just beauty, in many ways they provide lessons. God uses His creation to reveal Himself to us. Consider the stars and their vastness, providing knowledge of when it is time to plant and harvest, the Sun and its life-giving light, even the Moon controls the tides of the waves all in perfect unison. The universe reveals God’s glory and greatness in mighty ways, but don’t discredit the things dwelling here on Earth. There are creatures so bewildering and complex you must admit that chance couldn’t have created such a sight. Our own existence, created in God’s image is the ultimate testimony to God found in nature. When life gets hard, we often forget the beauty found in the simple things, we forget that God is right there with us. So, let us consider the Camellia.

The Camellia is a very interesting flowering tree; while most trees produce flowers and fruit in the Spring or Summer months, the Camellia blooms in the dead of Winter. While most other plants suffer during the Winter, the Camellia blossoms, revealing life when all else appears desolate. The sky turns grey and snow begins to fall and the mighty Oaks groan with the freezes snapping their branches. Yet, in the midst of it all, there blooms a flower. This is something to consider, God provides for even the creation deemed lesser by men, so how much more will He provide for you who is created in His image? A Sparrow will not fall from a nest without His notice. Thus, His hand is surely working in your life when you fall as well. There is nothing too great for God to handle. Do you wonder why God made the Camellia bloom when nothing else does? Reflect on this, looking at the Camellia flower it reminds us that life can be found in dark places. Looking at our own lives how does this apply to us? Well…are you at this moment the Oak tree, or are you the Camellia?

The mighty Oak! One of the sturdiest trees upon this Earth, with large trunks and deep roots the Oak is hard to fell. Many are like the Oak, they go through life strong willed and can handle much on their own. Many storms have come and gone and still they stand. However, as the tree grows, so does the weight of storms. While the branches held little weight in previous snowstorms, the now large branches that could be a tree of its own hold much weight. When the freezes make the branches brittle and the weight of the snow piles on, the branches lose their strength and they fall with a mighty crash. At this point, the once mighty and strong Oak seems to have its life falling apart, branches that it thought would hold fast were falling from its grasp. The storm has rattled the Oak, lifelong growth now rests at its feet; it groans and creaks at the new wounds and scars received in the storm.


Is that not how many people go through life? Headlong and strong they grow, many problems they may face, but they make it through alright. Then one day, their whole world is turned upside down, everything falls apart. When looking at their feet they see what was lost, looking at their scars they see what once was, but if they would just look up, they would see the Camellia.

The Camellia bearing the same snowstorm may seem feeble in it all. The forest is alight with the crashing of branches and the felling of trees. Yet, there it lies, green and blooming it reveals life when death is all around it. It blooms it seems, when the forest needs it the most, to show that life is there in their midst. To remind them that God is still the giver of life.

Some people are like the Camellia, they don’t bloom often, but when they do it’s when people need them the most. When life appears desolate, someone comes along and reveals to them life in what looks to be bad. Taking what is good and reflecting on it, while leaving behind the bad with every day, life just may get a bit easier. The Camellia truly is an amazing creation crafted by God’s hands, a beautiful reminder that even in the storm He remains.

snow camellia

God can make a flower bloom in the dead of Winter, how much more He can do with you.


When you read the Scriptures do you understand what they mean? Difficult to comprehend at times, it’s hard to come to a conclusion on what is being said. I think that is one major reason as to why Jesus taught using parables. I myself love using analogies, so I have an appreciation for Jesus’s teaching style. I hope to use an analogy to better explain what it means to have a searching heart. Life without Christ will never reach full satisfaction and fulfillment. The heart and mind being corrupt with the fall of man we as humans will search in all the wrong places for a fulfilled life.

When we look at the story of the Samaritan women, we find Jesus searching for water. Being weary from His journey from Galilee to Jacob’s well in the land of Samaria, Jesus asked a woman who was drawing water for a drink. 

Therefore the Samaritan woman said to Him, “How is it that You, being a Jew, ask me for a drink since I am a Samaritan woman?” (For Jews have no dealings with Samaritans.) – John 4:9

Keeping Jesus’s response the main focus, pay attention to what he says next. 

 Jesus answered and said to her, “If you knew the gift of God, and who it is who says to you, ‘Give Me a drink,’ you would have asked Him, and He would have given you living water.” – John 4:10

Living water! What does this mean? What has Jesus just offered this woman?

After asking by what means Jesus will draw water from the well, Jesus responded. 

 Jesus answered and said to her, “Everyone who drinks of this water will thirst again; but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him shall never thirst; but the water that I will give him will become in him a well of water springing up to eternal life.” – John 4:13-14

What is it that Jesus means by this? Does He truly mean our physical bodies will never thirst again? That’s how the Samaritan women understood it at first, but looking back at the beginning of the passage we see that Jesus was weary and asked for a drink. With this being the case clearly Jesus Himself needed physical water to sustain His physical body just as we do. What Jesus is speaking of, is spiritual water.

Going one chapter back we see the encounter with Nicodemus. When Jesus is discussing the way of salvation with him, He mentions understandings of both the physical realm and the spiritual realm.Take a moment to read their encounter.

Now there was a man of the Pharisees, named Nicodemus, a ruler of the Jews; this man came to Jesus by night and said to Him, “Rabbi, we know that You have come from God as a teacher; for no one can do these signs that You do unless God is with him.” Jesus answered and said to him, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born again he cannot see the kingdom of God.”

Nicodemus *said to Him, “How can a man be born when he is old? He cannot enter a second time into his mother’s womb and be born, can he?” Jesus answered, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born of water and the Spirit he cannot enter into the kingdom of God. That which is born of the flesh is flesh, and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit. Do not be amazed that I said to you, ‘You must be born again.The wind blows where it wishes and you hear the sound of it, but do not know where it comes from and where it is going; so is everyone who is born of the Spirit.”

Nicodemus said to Him, “How can these things be?” 10 Jesus answered and said to him, “Are you the teacher of Israel and do not understand these things? 11 Truly, truly, I say to you, we speak of what we know and testify of what we have seen, and you do not accept our testimony. 12 If I told you earthly things and you do not believe, how will you believe if I tell you heavenly things? 13 No one has ascended into heaven, but He who descended from heaven: the Son of Man. 14 As Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so must the Son of Man be lifted up;15 so that whoever believes will in Him have eternal life.

16 “For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life. 17 For God did not send the Son into the world to judge the world, but that the world might be saved through Him. 18 He who believes in Him is not judged; he who does not believe has been judged already, because he has not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God. 19 This is the judgment, that the Light has come into the world, and men loved the darkness rather than the Light, for their deeds were evil. 20 For everyone who does evil hates the Light, and does not come to the Light for fear that his deeds will be exposed. 21 But he who practices the truth comes to the Light, so that his deeds may be manifested as having been wrought in God.” – John 3:1-23

Clearly Nicodemus is perplexed by Jesus’s words and does not understand that Jesus is speaking of spiritual rebirth. Dying to our old selves and arising anew we are baptized in the Holy Spirit washing away our former desires. The Holy Spirit being our guide Born Again Christians are raised up in new life. This being the living water Jesus spoke of to the woman at the well.

“…but the water that I will give him will become in him a well of water springing up to eternal life.”

The Holy Spirit fills our heart and soul. Being born of the flesh we are still living in sin, however, the Spirit provides new life, now born again in the spirit. The desires of the flesh begin to fade and new desires take their place. Water wells of flesh dry up, but the Living water of the Spirit is eternal, supplying fulfillment and substance to the weary soul, the searching heart and the wondering mind.

I hope I have accomplished explaining these passages well enough for understanding. I would like to share an analogy I have based off of these passages of scripture to bring about an easier way to explain it to others outside of Christ.

So we begin with a tree, the tree representing our soul and the roots of the tree seek out fulfillment, substance, and desires of the flesh (sin). Thus, us being the tree spreading out our roots in search of satisfaction it looks for water to sustain the tree.

The roots follow a path and find a pocket of water in the earth, but after some time it ceases to satisfy. The well dries up and the roots continue their search. Digging into another pocket it takes its fill, simply to be dissatisfied in the end. Ever searching to satisfy the tree, the roots continue without lasting reward. Every well the roots tap into dries up in due time. Eventually, the roots are at a loss of where to search next. All of the wells of the past never fill the tree with life again. Each new pocket never fully satisfy and the tree begins to suffer. If not remedied with a lasting and sustaining water the Tree will perish. Upon hearing of an everlasting water, the roots dig their way to this rumored source. Reaching a layer of stone they stop…the water is on the other side. For many, the roots surrender the search for everlasting water and return to empty pockets. For some, they dig their roots deep into the well, at long last, the tree is filled with everlasting life. Digging through the stone layer is difficult, grasping onto hope and faith the roots trudge their way through the layer. Everlasting life being the reward the tree no longer concerns itself with the empty pockets. Springing forth with new life the roots immerse themselves into the everlasting well. The Tree now fulfilled and sustained can grow with confidence.

These empty pockets being our sin filled lives never satisfy the soul. For a time they provide substance, it gives the flesh something to feed on, but in the end it fails to fulfill us. Our souls being spiritual they can only be filled with spiritual water. Seeking after desires of the flesh may feed the flesh, only to excite the hunger of the soul all the more. For the flesh, it eats and drinks until it’s glutenous and drunk. Still desiring more it seeks out new wells. For the soul, the physical realm is not to its liking, it seeks the spiritual realm for its filling. With one drink from the everlasting well it is fully satisfied and fully sustained. If the soul never finds its way to this Living Water, then it will perish without fulfillment, without satisfaction, it will perish with thirst. The flesh can feed and feed, but it will never be filled, only to die and turn to dust its desires turned out to lead to death.

Understand that the physical realm cannot save the spiritual. Sin may be fun and fill a void for a time, but as soon as the flesh says it’s not enough, it will demand more and more and never be filled. Seek out the spiritual, find the everlasting well, drink heartily from it, dig your roots deep into this well, and be filled with life everlasting.

“God is spirit, and those who worship Him must worship in spirit and truth.” – John 4:24