I wonder who the woman approaches first when she goes back
into town. Does she knock on random
doors? Does she go looking for her
estranged family members? Does she find
her ex-husbands? Who does she share this
news with? Just that morning she was the
pariah of Sychar—the woman whose existence was hardly acknowledged. Now she becomes an evangelist?
A more intriguing thought is, “What do people say back to
her?” How to they react? Do they think she’s “lost her marbles?” Do some people slam the door on her? Do some reply, “Who cares?” Or “Everybody
knows everything about you, woman! Be
gone!” I only know that this woman has
some serious “chutzpah.” Apparently she
doesn’t care what they think or say. She
is so blown away with the encounter she has just experienced that she is lost in
the moment and she wants everyone else to experience it as well.
The outcast becomes the center of attention. The marginalized one becomes the one who
reaches out. It’s interesting to note
that she doesn’t tell people she has just met the Messiah, she simply invites
them to come and find out if perhaps this is the Messiah. The Messiah can speak for
himself—literally. Where is my
passion? Where is the out-of-my-mind
desire to tell everyone I know about the One!
I am being challenged these days to move beyond the often safe and
sanitized expressions of faith to which I have become accustomed and into the
risky, unpredictable, and maybe even perilous life in the Spirit. If I am wrestling with God, there is only one
outcome possible—He wins!
No comments:
Post a Comment