I work in an old school building, and they get pretty hot in the summer time. Because of this, the district has provided bottled water for the students, to make sure they stay hydrated. And our principal has even provided big thermos jugs of cold crystal light - knowing kids prefer flavors - and cups, dispensed in the hall.
So, enter a student, late. His excuse? He "had to" go to the 7-11 at the corner to get something to drink because the bottled water wasn't COLD.
Flash back, 2006, mission trip down the Puinahua, a tributary or canal off the Ucayali in Peru, with my pastor friends Jorge and Sabina, 3 lads from Lima - Elvis, Cesar, and Jhon - and a youth pastor from Iquitos, Michael.The lancha (boat) serves meals to its passengers, rice cooked in river water, oatmeal cooked in river water, beans cooked in river water...
We also bring our own supplies, including bottled water.
But it runs out by the time we reach the 3rd village, Atun Pozo. (which has since been abandoned, I understand.) They are delighted to have us come to them, isolated as they are. They serve us a luscious soup of the ugliest fish in the world, carachama.
It's hot. I'm thirsty. They serve water from their local source - maybe a pond, maybe the river we just arrived on
The water is...cloudy...Gray...It HAS been boiled. I look at one of the pastoras a little doubtfully. "Shall I?" She quoted from Mark 16:18 "cuando beban algo venenoso, no les hará daño alguno" (when they drink deadly poison, it will not hurt them at all). It was hard to get past the taste though. But there were lemons in abundance, and they even had sugar. So I squeezed a couple of big lemons into it, added some sugar, and drank it down.
And here is this...ungrateful...SPOILED...
there is FREE BOTTLED WATER, clean, pure, filtered..."it's not COLD."
Man, I'd like to ship you off to a Third World country to drink what MOST students of the world have to drink!