The story is now at its apex. The dramatic anticipation is thick as
butter. Jesus has by now destroyed all
the woman’s previously misconceived notions about God, truth, worship, even the
Jews. She has no place to hide, as she no longer can find refuge in arguments
that have no validity. She is left without
her religious safety net—she is falling hard.
The she throws out her last salvo—the Messiah. It’s as if she is saying, “You sound pretty convincing, sir, but when the Messiah comes….” She is either pushing any decision into the future or fishing for a confirmation. She either needs more information, more clarity of the issues, or she is hoping that she gets the answer she is hoping to get. “If only the Messiah were here, he’d explain it to me….”
Even as I am tempted to ask, “What more proof does she
need?” I am also reminded that I can also be quite obtuse when I don’t really
want to make a decision that I know to be right, but that is to unsettling an
option to consider. I ask for more
clarity, when it’s already there. I
require more proof, when the evidence clearly confirms it. I stand convicted again in the presence of my
Master.
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