the samaritan woman at the well... that whole conversation recorded in john (chapter 4) is such a confusing chat with so many different layers of stuff flying about, i've got this great image of this woman in my head, trying to put myself in her place... but that would be a really long story, cuz i'm long-winded, but one thing that gets me, at the middle/end of that story... this chica figures out that the guy she's talking to is more than a sun-dazed nutter who wants a drink of water and is deliriously talking about the fountain of youth and such... he's a nutter that knows his religion, like many people, especially jewish people of the day... but she says one thing: i know that one day, the messiah will come... i KNOW he will come... she was a samaritan, a cross-breed of gentile and jew; a woman, a voiceless, faceless member of society; and she got around, couldn't keep a husband for the life of her... but she KNEW that the messiah was coming... be it that it may have been a culture where it was common-place to know the religious prophecies, she was not your stereo-typical religious person... but she still had the concept that there was hope for a better tomorrow, a faint glimmer that made waking up every morning almost worth it, and she KNEW the messiah was coming... i would've dropped my waterbucket when he said "i am he"...
if the lowest of the low, the outcast, the loose woman of samaria knew about Christ, who told her? if she hadn't been told, would she have recognized who sat in front of her at the well that day?
how will anyone recognize Christ if no one tells them who he is?
Then, leaving her water jar, the woman went back to the town and said to the people, "Come, see a man who told me everything I ever did. Could this be the Christ?"
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