In the early 1980s, I was preaching in southeastern California in the desert town of Indio, where the summer heat often hits 115% (and higher). The air conditioner was frequently overtaxed. On one hot day, when the unit failed completely, the temperature in the meeting house reminded us why we didn’t want to go to hell. Right before I got up to preach, Jim Burruss led the song - I think it was an unintentional coincidence - "In the desert of sorrow and sin… I thirst, let me drink..."