Sunday, July 4, 2010

Woman at the Well

I am the woman at the well and I've seen Jesus! Day after day I come to this ancient well to draw water, but today was different. He sat there, a Jew, tired and thirsty, and asked me for a drink. Me? An unclean Samaritan woman? Unheard of! I tried to argue, but He offered me everything.    Who am I to question this prophet who knows every detail of my life, even my current shame?   This Jew, he offers me permanent, living water,  not the temporary kind that flows from our father Jacob's well. But eternal, cleansing, saving drink that could only come from Him. I no longer need my dusty jug and the others? I must rush and tell them. Will they come and see for themselves the Savior who satisfies my soul?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Monologue written for Camp Tallowood 2010
She left behind her water jug that day. What must I leave behind to truly follow Jesus?
...but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life. John 4:14                                      

1 comment:

Rach said...

It truly is beautiful. And kind of mind-boggling in a way. I had never truly thought of it that way and I'm so grateful for the enlightened perspective :) I have far too many jugs of water that I should leave behind. I'm posting a link to this on Desperate sinners page!