What a perfect way to wind up this
story. Two days prior a solitary woman
walks under the hot sun to draw water from the city well. She is alone in more ways than one. She is marginalized by the community and
ostracized by the local women as a result some poor life choices. Her life is as barren and parched as the
Palestinian hills that surround her, with a horizon that looks desolate and
offers little hope of change.
Now, two days later, she stands in the
midst of the greatest revival in the history of Samaria. The hamlet known best for the well dug by
Jacob millennia past, now can lay claim to a visit from the Messiah as its
greatest moment. The least likely becomes
the most fruitful evangelist. The
life-loser becomes the channel for life to her entire community. She is the messenger—an angel to her people,
and in spite of her checkered past she is emboldened by the words she hears
from the stranger, who she now believes is the Messiah.
Now, two days later, her initial words
of passionate appeal to “come see the man who told me everything” have faded
and given way to an even stronger chorus of faith and fidelity by the townspeople
who have come to believe in the one who sent her and who in turn sent them to
meet the Master. What a
transformation. The embattled becomes
emboldened. The fringe player becomes a
fighter for the cause of Christ. She
drank the water—Living water from the author of life. I need and want to be where the woman was
when she felt the compelling desire to seek out her people. I pray my words, personal or from the pulpit,
cause many others to seek out Jesus and come to believe in the Jesus who has
done everything possible to seek and save me.
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