The Woman At The Well

The Woman at the WellThere came a woman out of the cityJust her alone not at the usual time for drawing waterAvoiding the chance of gossiping with the other womanWalking to a well that had only provided her the bitter water of heartacheCarried in a waterpot made of clayHer heart pondered her life of disappointmentTrudging slowly down a familiar path

As she neared end of her journeyAvoiding the pot holes and stones on the pathA figure caught her eye -there down by the wellHer heart sank- she wasn't in the mood for snide commentsShe hesitated but decided to carry onIt was only a self righteous Jew; he wouldn't stay there longThose Jews would always leave in a hurry from those such as her

But as she approached the man did not moveNot particularly handsome- not her kind of guyShading himself by the pillars on the steps to the caveSitting as though he was waiting for someoneAs she passed a voice said, "Give me a drink"Her rhythm of thought abruptly was halted"Are you talking to me?" came the astonished reply

Realizing there was no one else in the vicinityShe stammered "But you're a Jew - you don't talk to us, - I'm a Samaritan"The voice replied "If you knew God's gift to you, and who I amYou would have asked Him to give you living water"She found herself drawn into the conversation,"But you- you have nothing to draw with- it is a deep wellGiven to us by our father Jacob- are you better than Him?"

"If you drink from this well you will thirst again,If you drink my water you will never thirst againBut it will constantly bubble up in you - giving everlasting life"She said, "Sir give me this water, so I do not thirst again"The voice replied, "Go call your husband"The hurt and disappointment came flooding back again"I don't have one" came a hesitant reply

Jesus then told her she had five previous husbandsAnd that the current one wasn't even her's,Even though this being the case, she was one of His chosenTo worship the Father in spirit and in truth.Her heart began to bubble up inside her,She suddenly realized this was the man she had always had sort forThe Messiah filling the deep void in her soul

The returning disciples mused at the spectacleA Jew speaking to a Samaritan womanThey didn't think to ask why she suddenly had ran past themLeaving her earthen pot sitting at the Saviour's feet"Master eat, we bought some food at the market""Sorry friends- but I have already eatenI am full of the will of him that sent me,To complete the tasks set for me to do."
4 November 2007