The Keeper of the Spring

In a little hamlet, the town council held a meeting to discuss how to cut expenses. They studied the budget more seriously than ever and noticed an item that had previously escaped their attention. It was a small fee that was paid each month to someone labeled “The Keeper of the Spring.”

As the council members tried to figure out just exactly who “The Keeper of the Spring” was and why he was paid a fee each month, only one member could even offer a clue. He said, “I think there is an old man who lives near the top of the mountain, and he cleans out all the springs and creeks that flow down to the river that fills the reservoir that provides the town’s drinking water.”

The other council members didn’t dispute the answer, but they didn’t see the need to keep paying the fee either. One said, “We’ve never even seen this man.” Another said, “That’s right, so how can we be sure that he’s doing his job?” A third added, “If he was an old man, he might even be dead by now.” So, the council voted unanimously to stop paying “The Keeper of the Spring” and sent out a letter of dismissal to the mountaintop address to which the fee had always been sent.

A few months later the town’s citizens began to notice that their drinking water wasn’t as clear and sparkling as it used to be. No fuss was raised, though, because it wasn’t that big a deal. More months passed and they noticed that the water’s color was now different, but still there didn’t seem to be any cause for alarm. Then more months passed and some of the citizens started getting sick. It wasn’t even suspected, however, that the town’s water might be the reason. Finally, a full-fledged epidemic broke out and some of the citizens lost their lives.

Panic now ruled the streets and the town council voted unanimously to have a team do a thorough investigation to discover the cause of the epidemic. You can guess how the report came back: a polluted, unsafe water supply. Obviously, the town council had failed to realize just how important “The Keeper of the Spring” was. Even though they hadn’t known it, he was the true secret to the town’s livelihood and happiness.

Going into this new year let me encourage you to realize that Jesus Christ is “The Keeper of the Spring” for you. As long as your relationship and fellowship with Him are right, there will be a purity and vitality to your life and you will know the joy, comfort, and inner peace that are only found through Him. But, on the other hand, if you foolishly chose to ignore Him and try to operate without Him, at some point you will have to deal with the costly fallout from your choice. Jesus doesn’t want that for you, and you wouldn’t want it for yourself if you had enough sense to know it. So this year, day in and day out, night in and night out, build your life around Jesus and let Him be “The Keeper of the Spring” for you. If you’ll do that, you can rest assured that He will keep the issues of your life clear and pure.

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2 Responses to The Keeper of the Spring

  1. mtsweat says:

    Great illustration Russell. I’d like to borrow it this weekend if you don’t mind. I’m speaking at a men’s fellowship, and it is very appropriate for one of my points. Thanks for all your excellent work you share here with us. God bless.

    • russellmckinney says:

      Sure, feel free to use it. It’s not like it’s original with me. (lol) I cut it out from someplace years ago and have had it in my files a long time. So use it anyway you can, and thanks for asking.

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