Scattered Moments
Brief reflections on faith, adversity, and the quiet places where grace appears.
Each episode of Scattered Moments is a brief journey through the unexpected classrooms where God does His deepest work — hospital rooms and sanctuaries, seasons of grief and flashes of joy, the ordinary moments where grace shows up and changes everything.
Drawing from over forty years of writing, ministry, and life in the trenches, Matt Tullos weaves together original poetry, hymn stories, Scripture, and honest reflection to remind you that even adversity, you are not alone.
New episodes every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.
Take heart, notice the scattered moments, and share the grace.
Scattered Moments
I Thirst (The Fifth Word from the Cross)
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Two words.
That's all He says.
After the long night. The lashes. The miles. The weight of the world pressing down on Him — Jesus speaks the most human sentence of the crucifixion:
"I thirst."
Not a sermon. Not a shout of victory. Just… need.
In this fifth episode of our Holy Week series — The Seven Last Words — we sit with the stunning vulnerability of a thirsting Christ. The One who stood in the temple courts and cried out "if anyone is thirsty, come to Me and drink" is now dying of thirst on a Roman cross.
But this is more than physical.
This is longing. The God who spoke the oceans into existence — thirsting. For peace. For meaning. For something that finally satisfies. For you.
This brief reflection is for anyone who has sipped from everything the world offers and still found themselves standing in the same desert they started in.
Each episode is only about four minutes long — a brief pause for Holy Week.
New episodes release daily through Holy Week.
There's a word from the cross that almost feels too human to be holy. I thirst. Not a sermon, not a theology, not a shout of victory, just need. Cracked lips, a parched tongue, a body pushed to the very edge of breath. After the long night, the lashes, the miles, the weight of the world pressing down, he says two words. I thirst. And suddenly, it sounds familiar. Because we know thirst. The one who offered living water is thirsty. The fountain is dry. The giver is emptied. Why? Because he is carrying us. Our sin, our searching, our endless aching thirst. He drank the cup of our brokenness down to the dregs so that we would never have to. And here, at the bottom of the cup, is something we almost miss. This is not only physical, this is longing. The God who spoke the oceans into existence, who breathed the rivers into their banks, who turned the rain toward the parched earth thirsts, not for your performance, not for your perfection, not for the version of you that has it all together, for you. Lord of living water, meet us in our thirst. Remind us that you have not grown weary of us, that even now you are the one leaning toward us, offering what nothing else can give. Be the water we cannot find on our own. In the name of the one who thirsted so that we never would. Look for the sixth word tomorrow. Until then, take heart. Notice the scattered moments and share the grace.
