In Ezekiel 47, the prophet sees this vision where water starts flowing out from the temple. At first it’s shallow. Ankles. Then knees. Then waist deep. And eventually it gets so deep you can’t cross it. Wherever this water goes, dead things come back to life. Trees grow. Fruit shows up. Even places that were salty and lifeless become fresh again. And here’s what’s wild. Ezekiel doesn’t create the river. He doesn’t control it. He doesn’t force it. He just follows it deeper.
