One of the things I respect about the Dutch people is the firm grip they have on dealing with waterways – a treasure that emerged from the hard lessons learned in the early ’50s.
From a leisure boat cruise in the canal to a weekend of fishing in the lake, getaways at beaches, or the large cargo ships that travel across countries through the North Sea, one thing is common: there is constant dredging of the waterways for regular maintenance and to increase the depth of navigation channels for the safe passage of boats and ships.
And as we know, the depth of water determines the kind of vessel that can pass through.
Recently, my father, Rev. Olusola Areogun, compared dredging to what happens when we pray in the Holy Ghost – we dig deep into the riverbed of our spirit, creating room for deeper flows, and I can absolutely relate.
I don’t know about the technicalities that go behind dredging the waterways, but I enjoy the leisure and safety of access when I need to commute on the water. Similarly, I don’t know how God delivers deep treasures hidden for us when we dredge the rivers of our spirits through praying in tongues, but I have seen it time and time again to doubt.
I try to take a cue from Apostle Paul in 1 Corinthians 14:18. When I am taking an evening hike, I dredge; when I am doing chores around the house, I dredge; under my breath at work, I dredge; as often as I can, I dredge – knowing that there is a God who works out the intricacies to ensure safe and easy access to the deep treasures of heaven flowing in my direction.
