19 Oct THE DAY I MET LOVE
It was about twelve noon and as usual I had to go to the well, I always chose this time because it was usually less crowded at this time of the day. I will not have to face much booing or mockery from my town people.
As I approached the well I saw this gentle looking man sitting on it, I paused a little bit as I noticed he was a Jew. A Jew! Jews do not like Samaritans at all, so what was he doing here sitting on our well, is he not afraid he would be defiled, ha?! They always think too much of themselves, always think only they know God, know how to worship Him and are chief custodians of His presence. I really wondered what he was doing there…
“Please fetch some water and give me to drink”
I jumped! Did he just speak to me?! Is he truly a Jew, does he know what his people could do to him if they caught him here, speaking to me a Samaritan and worse still a woman?
“How come you ask me for a drink, I am a Samaritan and you Jews would have nothing to do with us?” I hoped he would leave me alone…
“You don’t know what God wants to give you, and you don’t know who is asking you for a drink. If you did, you would ask me for the water that gives life.” Who does he think he is?
“Sir,” I ventured “you don’t even have a bucket, and the well is deep. Where are you going to get this life-giving water? Our ancestor Jacob dug this well for us, and his family and animals got water from it. Are you greater than Jacob?”
Who does he think he is? Does he know the history behind this well? Is he better than our father Jacob who dug this well, does he even know who Jacob was, how great he was? If he did he would not even suggest there is any well cleaner or better than this one.
He spoke again “Everyone who drinks this water will get thirsty again. But no one who drinks the water I give will ever be thirsty again. The water I give is like a flowing fountain that gives eternal life.”
He caught my attention at this point. Is he really going to save me the misery of having to come here over and over again? Is he going to deliver me from the shame I have to deal with every time I have to come to the well, can he really let the constant reproach reduce at least? Passing through all the people as they sneer at me and call me all those life draining names? What if he can truly do what he claims, should I take a chance…?
“Sir, please give me a drink of that water! Then I won’t get thirsty and have to come to this well again.” I hoped he could, and then he gave me yet another shocker…
“Go and bring your husband.”
“I don’t have a husband.” I didn’t want to go into details of this story, more than enough people already knew; I didn’t want another addition, besides if he knew, he probably would not give me this forever water any more.
“That’s right,” he said “you’re telling the truth. You don’t have a husband. You have already been married five times, and the man you are now living with isn’t your husband.”
Oh no, who told him? So he knew all these while? Is this some kind of setup or… or…
“Sir, I can see that you are a prophet. My ancestors worshipped on this mountain, but you Jews say Jerusalem is the only place to worship.” Though I really needed to know why they thought so, I also needed to distract him form the subject he brought up. I need to look good enough for that water…
He started saying how very soon we shall neither worship in our mountain or in Jerusalem, how they knew whom they worshipped and we did not, how we would begin to worship God in spirit and truth…whatever that meant.
Anyway, I thought to myself that when the Messiah comes he will explain correctly. And I told him that, and then he told me with the softest, most tender voice, with eyes filled with a love and compassion I have never known, love that pierced through all my insecurities and fears, very compelling …”I am that one, and I am speaking to you now.”
My heart melted in the presence of this love, I couldn’t contain it, I just had to share with everyone, though I was not at all the least of the favourites of the natives of Sychar, I ran towards them, unashamed, unafraid but full of love, hope and joy. He, The Messiah (who else could know so much and give so much love) loved me, He loved me in-spite of my many sins…
I had to share this love; they had to know The Messiah was right here in our own city, in Samaria. They needed to know that they were not out casts from God after all; they needed to know they could be accepted…they needed to know…
Culled from the story of The Woman At The Well – John 4(CEV)
Is this not the same for so many of us?
God loves us inspite of everything…and He will use us in-spite of everything…He will break all the laws of our system to get to us if He has to…
He expects we also share His love when we receive it…
1 Corithians 1:27 (CEV)
But God chose the foolish things of this world to put the wise to shame. He chose the weak things of this world to put the powerful to shame.
Romans 5:8 (CEV)
But God showed how much he loved us by having Christ die for us, even though we were sinful.
2 Corinthians 5:18 (CEV)
God has done it all! He sent Christ to make peace between himself and us, and he has given us the work of making peace between himself and others.