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Water, water, everywhere, nor any drop to drink 

So wrote Samuel Coleridge in his classic poem the Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner first published in 1798[1]...the story of a man at sea surrounded by the salty depths of the ocean but with no water for his thirsty lips to partake.

Tonight we are touching on water, the third of the elements and tonight my prayer is as from the beginning is that we would see the glory, the person and work of God in so called normal things.

[1] Samuel Coleridge, "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner,"  (Charlottesville: Electronic Text Center - University of Virginia Library, 1798).