Back in my pre-teen days we had to go and spend the summer in Apple Valley, California. My Grand-Mother was given 40 acres, but never got the mule, as part of the reparations for slavery. On that property there was a well, which none of us knew how it was dug. The well was where we got our water from. It was the job of the older children to draw water from the well every day, but there was never any water in the well.

My Uncle Hezekiah had years before had a pump and a water faucet installed, but he did not tell us that he was getting the household water from the faucet about 50 yards from the house. Day after day we would go down to the well to draw water, but never drew any. After about a week Terry told us about the faucet. He wanted to play a joke on us by having the water already in the house.

Today we shall direct your attention to Genesis, Chapter 26, and Verse 22; where we are told “And he removed from thence, and digged another well; and for that they strove not: and he called the name of it Rehoboth; and he said, for now the LORD hath made room for us, and we shall be fruitful in the land.” And for a topic we shall use this thought “DIGGING WELLS”.