Talk about a harvest! The clueless disciples are undoubtedly amazed
as the reality of the events of the day become apparent. All they saw earlier that day was an unsavory
woman talking with Jesus who upon their righteous and pompous arrival run off
as if on a mission. She even forgot her
water jar in her rush to escape from their threatening presence.
Now they see an avalanche of people,
young and old, come out to meet the Man who “told [the woman] everything about
her” without ever having met her before.
They come out in droves; it seems that way considering Sychar is just a
little town! This is the harvest Jesus
has been talking about. I don’t know
what they are thinking, but it must have been a combination of elation and joy
and amazement and awe. They get a taste
for what it means to sow souls for life.
They get a front row seat as the power of the Gospel makes an
appearance. It must have been a festive
moment—a veritable party in Sychar. The
kingdom of God announced by John the Baptist has now arrived in the hamlet
where Jacob had once dug a well, not knowing that one day springs of living
water would gush from that very spot and flood the entire city.
There is something special about
hearing words of love, compassion, and hope from someone who knows everything
about you. God, whom Jesus came to
reveal, knows everything about me. He
has seen me at my worst. He has heard
the unspoken words that inhabit my mind and often escape into my conscious
thoughts. He knows my checkered
past. He knows my tortured journey. He sees beyond the veneer of my soul. But he also sees me through His divine eyes
of love. I am that soul baked underneath
the sun of censure and failure. I also
bear that solitary semblance of shame. I
come to the well of promise but it does not deliver. I keep coming back, but it only serves to
remind me that I will have to come again—my parched soul demands it. But I, as the woman at the well, am rescued
from the coals of condemnation and given a taste of everlasting water. I will come back for more, and bring others
with me, not because I have to, but because I want to have and share more and
more and more. I pray my witness and
testimony will also cause others to place their trust in Jesus—my Savior, and
my Lord.