More Dry Heat: Psalm 64 also reminded me of another super-hot day. I was 10 or 11 in Richmond, VA. Our dads packed my baseball team up in cars one Saturday morning for a game at a school out in the country. We arrived so late there was not any time for pregame practice. It was miserably hot, about 100 I bet! I played catcher, so by the time the game was over I was covered head to foot, inside and out, by mud from sweat and red clay dust. I ran as fast as I could toward the old-fashioned foot-pedal water fountain. I jammed down hard and waited, desperate for a drink. When it finally squirted out, I took the biggest mouthful I could. YUCK—it was piping hot, sulphur water! I not only spit it out, I thought I might lose my breakfast.

     In Rev.3:14-20 Jesus told the Laodicean church that they were like lukewarm, sulphur water—they made Him sick to His stomach! Everything they boasted about He said was worthless. The only cure for them was to invite Him in. He said He was already at the door knocking. He still is!