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No one should die in the spring. Spring is a time of growth and renewal. He was made for the spring. How could they have killed him? Why did they kill him at Passover, and in the spring?
I met him at the spring of living water. I was on my way to draw water from Jacob’s Well. I always waited until later in the day—less taunting women to remind me of my shame. However, I was not alone. There he was, sitting by the well waiting for me. When he saw me, he asked for water. A Jew, a man, asking me for water! But then he told me words that astonished me—“If you knew who I was, you would ask me to give you living water!”
Living water? Jacob’s Well has living water. The water comes from a spring, and so we call the water living. He smiled at me. I knew there was more.
“With my water you will never thirst again. It will become a well in you, springing up to eternal life”. His words were like medicine to me. Eternal life! A life full of living water! I knew that he meant what he said, and something in me knew that what he said was true.
“Give me this water, so that I won’t thirst again”.
Then he asked me to bring my husband. My husband. Eliazer was not my husband. After being divorced by five husbands, he knew that I was desperate and would not be picky enough to wait for him to become number six. I told him that I had no husband, and then he showed me that he already knew this—he already knew me. I couldn’t go on with this topic. What else did he know? I was afraid to find out, so I changed the subject. I brought up worship, and then he shocked me into hope.
He told me that He was Messiah. The minute he told me, I knew it to be true. I could see it in his eyes. I also saw that he loved me. Not like Eliazer; not like any of the others. He loved me with a love that was as deep and strong as the hope that was growing in my heart. He loved me with a love that overflowed from me to others. I could not wait. I ran home, crying out to all that I met that there was a man who knew everything that I did. Could he be Messiah?
And now he is dead. And in the spring. I look around me and see renewal and growth everywhere. I have a husband now, a man who truly loves me. My neighbors no longer shun me. Some accept me as a friend; others are now my brothers and sisters, having heard and received the good news that this Jesus sent. We mourn his loss together, and we cannot understand why Messiah died. But somewhere in all of this, we still have peace. The well that he planted in our hearts that day still springs up in hope within us. And maybe soon his disciples will come and bring us good news, for there are rumors….
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