Filtered water

This time of year it’s in vogue to have resolu tions around Bible reading plans, exercise, and healthy eating. “New year, new me”, is what they say. I’m trying to do better myself, even if my plan is exactly as strict as other folks’ plans may be. I’m cutting back on carbs and making sure to get my steps in every day, but I’m not going crazy with it.

One good thing I have going for me is that I already pretty much only drink filtered water. I’ll drink a Sun Drop for a boost of energy, but it’s mostly filtered water for me. We don’t have a filter at home or anything; I buy it off the shelf at the store. It’s those gallons in the dairy department of the water filtered through some tea leaves. You know the kind I’m talking about.

To be clear, I do drink the zero calorie kind with the yellow top, because even a good southerner like me knows that the red top variety will give even the healthiest of people a sugar rush like you’ve never known before.

I was thinking about that tea recently when a friend found out she wasn’t able to consume caffeine anymore due to a heart condition and as I heard this news, I couldn’t help but think of what a tragedy it is.

I’m not sure if life is worth living if it doesn’t have tea in it. It’s just not natural.

Few things in life hit your taste buds quite like a good swallow of tea when your throat is dry; taking a big swig of tea from a glass jar after some time out in the sun feels about what I imagine the skeletons in the Valley of Dry Bones felt when Ezekiel repeated the Lord and told them to come alive.

Theologians call it Common Grace, these good things in creation that we all partake in, regardless of our beliefs. Like a pretty sunset or the unconditional love from a dog, God didn’t have to give it to us, but He did.

And I’ll drink to that, by George.