As I approach the well and prepare to draw water, I notice a man walking this way. My heart sinks. I can see he is a Jew. I prepare myself for a serve of judgement and shame. To my surprise he asks me for water. Doesn’t he realise who I am? “You are a Jew and I am a Samaritan woman. How can you ask me for a drink?” I wait for the look of horror on his face as he hears my response... but there is nothing, not a grimace, not a flinch. He begins talking about some kind of living water and how I should be asking him for water. I’m curious. Who is this man and what is he talking about? He doesn’t even have anything to draw with. This water he speaks of does sound wonderful though. I carry my ‘burden’ every day to and from this well. I thirst, Oh how I thirst. Water of life that bubbles up and overflows into eternal life; that sounds like something I would like to have. “Sir, give me this water you speak of so I won’t get thirsty and have to keep coming here to draw water.”
I get the feeling he’s talking about a different kind of water. I see the way he looks at me; lovingly; gently; knowingly. Then he reveals a hidden truth about me. How can he know these things? Seeing every scar, every burden, every struggle, he pursues me with kindly eyes. He sees me and yet doesn’t judge me. He knows me and yet accepts me. I have to find out who this man is. “I see you are a prophet”. I am captivated by his response as he speaks of the Messiah and of a time when worshippers will worship in spirit and in truth. Then he declares “I who speak to you am he.” My water jar falls to the ground and I am overwhelmed with joy. Surely this is the Christ. I must tell the others.
What is in your jar? What are the burdens that you carry every day and try to hide from others? Bring your jar to the Well of Living water. Let Him who sees into the deepest part of your being and who knows everything that you ever did; let Him fill you with the water that heals, forgives, restores, liberates and wells up into eternal life.