She was a Samaritan.
She was promiscuous.
She was churchy.
This poor woman has been lambasted in pulpits everywhere. She is considered to be nothing more than a loose and undignified woman, yet we overlook the most vital elements of the story.
She was thirsty.
And all of us are thirsty for something.
It’s a fact that humans can live for weeks without food, but only three to five days without water. How much more will spiritual thirst drive us to seek relief from these so-called “tall drinks of water”?
I won’t go as far to say that I admire the Samaritan woman, but I do understand her. Five times married. Sixth man shacking up… She hoped in love, couldn’t find it, yet kept on trying.
I’ve been there. Well, only married once… But countless times I’ve sought for love.
Back at the well, a place where only single and unattached women were to be found, she met Jesus. Think back to when Abraham’s servant sought a wife for Isaac… where did he go? To the well, and there he found Rebekah. Where did Jacob first see Rachel? Again, at the well. Where do you go when you want some attention at work? To the proverbial water cooler…
So why would a woman who lived with a man be at the well if she was already “involved”?
For the same reason many of us run to the club. Or wear revealing clothing. Or take new photos for Facebook and Instagram everyday. Or lay ourselves down in hopes that he or she will love us. Or tell someone we love them knowing we do not.
Many of us are unfulfilled, dissatisfied, and disappointed. We’re thirsty.
We have a deep desire to be loved and deeply cherished, not just “chose”. (Chose is twitter terminology for being good enough to be picked by someone to be in a relationship yet the term does not communicate anything about the quality of the relationship. It simply means you’ve got somebody which, to me, means very little.)
And here comes Jesus, with his smooth line…
“If you knew who is speaking to you right now, you’d ask me to give you water. And if you ask me, I’ll give it you and you’ll never thirst again.”
In hood vernacular, “You ain’t never met nobody like Me.”
Every time I read that line I smirk. Say what you want about my Lord, but He knows how to talk to a woman. You can’t tell me that sister from Samaria didn’t melt. No wonder she had to come up with all that crap about where and how to worship. She was nervous!
But back to the story. Place yourself at that well for just a moment. Look deep down and consider whether the thing you’re desiring is at the bottom. You already know what’s there. You’ve been drinking from it for how long?
Now look at the bucket. Can such a small vessel possibly hold the fullness of what you desire? Certainly not!
Now turn your eyes to Jesus… He is the seventh man in the story. He is offering exactly what you need. He will fill YOU so that you need not come back to the well for something that temporarily satisfies! He will fill complete you, perfect you, and mature you so that you can help someone else.
I must leave the well. Single and unattached, I may be but there’s nothing at the well for me.
Your well may not be the same as mine. But consider… the lilies… and your secret longings. God is faithful to give you those desires, but not until we have turned to Him and allowed ourselves to be filled by His love and grace.
With sincerity, love, and hope for the future,
Scripture references: John 4, Genesis 24, Genesis 29
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I didn’t really expect to be asked this question so many times, but the asking indicates one of the following: you’re being entertained, you’re being helped, or you’re being offended. I apologize for the latter, but if my previous posts offended you, perhaps you should not continue to follow me. I’d be sad to lose you, but just the same, no sense in your being a glutton for punishment. The terseness will not end here.
One of my colleagues (who demanded I blog tonight) commented that I was surprisingly open and cutthroat at times. I agreed. “But if I don’t show my scars and wounds, how can I help someone who’s dying inside?” I can’t pretend not to notice someone else’s pain when I’ve known it so long myself. I’ve finally come to a place of rest in my life, and even though I don’t have half of what I want or need yet, I’m content.
Simply put, I’ve been through a lot. I’ve gained perspective on a lot of issues, and though I don’t have all the answers, I do have peace. I can impart that to you at the very least. Of course, I’m only qualified to speak from my own experience, and I won’t presume to delve into anything else. But what I do know: family, food, faith, and failures… I will write about these things.
Thought-provoking, faith-building, gut-wrenching, conscience-piercing narratives of truth… I want you to take my story, apply it to your situation, and come to a new conclusion. Perhaps you don’t have all the krazy quirks that I have, but in some form or another, you’ve got some issues too… so let’s find some answers!
Whatever the topic may be, I want my readers to say at least once “I guess I never thought about it that way before.” If you have that moment, share it with me. If you think I’m absolutely insane, you can share that too. If you want to comment on the quality of my writing in a negative way, tell someone else.
Which brings me to sharing… If this blog has helped you in any way, pass it on. Perhaps you know someone who’s dealt with loneliness and abandonment, and there’s nothing you can say to help them. Share the blog. Or maybe you know someone who’s an absolute jerk when it comes to matters of the heart. Pass it on… you don’t have to tell them why. Just pass me on… I’ve made it to Tanzania once, and I’ve got my fingers crossed that a few new more nations will pop up on my audience map. It doesn’t matter where we are on the planet, we all deal with the same painful situations that damage our souls and make us easy prey.
So with that said, I shall continue meditating and reflecting on the things that have changed me, and when the time is right, I shall blog about them.
Join me as I take a few more steps towards a krazy-free lifestyle… And share how your kraziness is coming to an end too.