Words spoken on a memorable occasion, but repeated by indigenous people in their homes on the Peruvian Altiplano or the African plains. I have tried to help that by contributions to CRS (Catholic Relief Services) who drill new wells, but fresh, potable water is such a worldwide necessity and such a worldwide scarcity. I still cringe at the memory of a photo of an African child getting his mother’s cooking water from a muddied stream.
For us in select parts of the USA, we wash our cars with water that we can drink straight from the hose, little realizing how privileged we are. Yes, as they say, we’re God’s children, and let’s not squander it.
On a hot day, there is nothing like a tall glass of water, tinkling with the sound of ice cubes or wedges in it, and I wish that privilege to all my friends. May the foreign underprivileged get some too.