We all have a story to tell.
Many of us are like the woman who stood at the well and fell. Fell into fear that she was not nearly good enough for the man to speak to her. Feeling so unworthy so full of worldly. She spent years of dedication chasing after creation, just trying to fit in but she could never win. Nothing she did was ever good enough for the men she let in to her life. She tried over and over again, Five times in a row just trying to be a good wife. She endured so much strife. Her heart cut away by the knife of this life. Looking for peace, she would constantly retreat to the well. In the mid-day sun she would take a little run to the well. She would dream a little dream that the Samaritan life would go back to the beginning of time. To the days when Jacob was alive and well. From Abraham’s seed, Jacob would succeed in bringing victory to all those in need. From the son of one, men would come Blessed and redeemed as far as the eye could see descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky. Yes this woman at the well, would fall under a spell every time she disappeared in her mind. If only there was one who could raise a magic wand, and make it all go back to that time. She thought, "If only I could belong to a man who would love me well." “Woman” she heard. Her vision was blurred. She was woken from sleep when he asked for a drink. Stunned by his voice her reactionary choice was to say “Are you talking to me?” She could barely conceive “Is this Jewish man talking to a Samaritan woman like me?” Jesus himself sat at the shelf of the well. Just wait and see, you will come to trust and believe that the water that you seek is here for the meek. The water Jacob had sprung watered the land and gave life. But man had thwarted the plan by mingling with the dead. Death and debris had polluted the streams of Israel. Division had come and Judah had won the well. But not the water from your streams that run underneath this land. Between famine and sword the Lord placed his command to reclaim the man that he loves. My father says “I have come to reconcile myself to the women in the wilderness who was lost.” Everyone who drinks of this well will be thirsty again, for its water fills only that which has an end. But whoever drinks of me will quench all of their needs, for the water I give comes from the eternal spring of life. The man spoke to her heart with his promise to never depart. Unfailing love was something she did not know. Conditions were always part of the show. She knew that she knew that he spoke the truth. He was the Messiah and his words were true. Her heart skipped a beat and she jumped to her feet, I have to tell my folk that the Messiah has come to give hope! We all have a story to tell. Many of us are like the woman at the well. We start out broken and ashamed, accused and blamed, confused by this world, and spiritually maimed. It’s crazy! Is it not? The elite asking the incomplete for a drink? Who would even think that was a possibility. So when Jesus comes and asks “Do you believe in me?” Will you respond by asking “Are you talking to me?” As pathetic as it seems this is reactionary for the heart of someone who has been steeped in deep sleep. Full of protective walls and moats of insecurities, It’s impossible to conceive that someone so worthy would be talking to someone like me. I had to look again to see that he’s not a Pharisee, out to condemn and wants to use their abusive power over me. Instead he’s just a man who is just like me full of emotional pain and cognitive quandaries. But that's not completely true, for he’s more than a man. He is the Son of God who came to bleed for me. Do I see clearly? Is he a vision that I can believe? Someone pinch me. Am I still asleep? He put salve on my eyes, and I became alive. This God of mine speaks so accurately. He is not like the others who speak like lunatics full of lies. I can clearly see the man who stands in front of me. He does not go, even though he knows everything about me. I've come to know Jesus is a friend, who intercedes time and time again. He came to redeem. To set me free. He is the Messiah in whom I believe. It’s almost impossible to think that he has such great love for me. A Samaritan woman who was shaken from a dream. He called my name, and said come with me. Now I listen attentively to everything he speaks.
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