There once was a great King who was compassionate and generous. His subjects were content and prosperous, but a great disaster hit the land that embittered all the drinking wells and made it impossible to find fresh water.
The King’s Royal Homestead had its own water supply in a great lake behind the palace that had an impenetrable wall surrounding it. But the King was generous. He sent forth an invitation for all the people of the land to come and receive all the water they needed if they would just show up at the front gates.
The following morning, when the King opened his gates for giving, the line was already quite long. Many came with many containers hoping to have their need satisfied.
The poor came with their beggars cups. The children came with their beach buckets. The labourers came with their wheelbarrows. Business men came followed by many workers laden with heavy caskets and even the rich came with great trailers to be filled.
Families stood together with children tugging on skirts and trousers, begging for just a little sip of what was to come. Lonely hearts came thirsting for more and the abundantly blessed sought to receive and share with those who were less fortunate.
There was one young woman in the crowd who slowly moved her way closer to the gates waiting patiently in line. The longer she stood, quietly waiting, the more the crowd noticed her. She was not so striking that her appearance would draw attention, nor did her demeanor or behaviour draw attention to itself, rather it was her lack that caught the curiosity of the onlookers for she carried no container.
“Where is your cup?” The beggars asked.
“Where is you bucket?” The children asked.
“Where is your wheelbarrow, or casket, or trailer?” The others queried.
But, the young woman would merely smile quietly and nod to the curious and continued quietly waiting until she stood before the King.
The King welcomed her to his gates and gestured for her to approach the tap that emptied forth the necessary water for living. The young woman tried to speak, but found her voice parched and wanting.
The King noticed her distress and descended from the dais to offer her a sip from his own cup. When she had drunk and cleared her throat, she thanked him and bowed in gratitude. The King lifted her chin to meet her eyes with his and asked with great tenderness,
“Where is your container to carry my water back to your home?”
The woman shyly smiled and said,
“I have no container to bring with me.”
The King replied,
“Then what do you hope to receive from me if you bring nothing with which to carry my water?”
The woman blushed and spoke in barely a whisper,
“My King, I know you are compassionate and generous, for you have proved this always in your nature. Therefore, I know I will never have a container large enough to take with me all that you are wanting to give, so I ask instead, if I may enter into your home and live always by the lake that I may never leave you nor thirst again.”
The King paused and allowed the tears of joy to fall upon his cheeks. He kissed the young woman on the forehead and answered,
“Enter now into the joy of my home and never thirst again.”