She brushed back the sweat from her brow and hefted her water pot back up to her shoulder. How she would love to go to the well in the morning with the other women, but the rocks and spit flying her way last time deterred her from trying again. She raised her head a little higher and ignored the trickles running down her face. She refused to give it one more minute of thought. But who was sitting at the edge of the well in the middle of the noonday sun? Better to not look at him, fill her waterpot, and get home.
“Give me to drink,” the Stranger said to her.
Her head snapped up to take in his attire, and her puzzled thoughts tumbled out of her mouth. “How is it that thou being a Jew, askest drink of me, which am a woman of Samaria? For the Jews have no dealings with the Samaritans.”
“If thou knewest the gift of God, and who it is that saith to thee, Give me to drink; thou wouldest have asked of him, and he would have given thee living water.”
Perhaps the heat had made his thinking fuzzy? She looked around again to see if he had something to draw water from the well, but she found nothing. She voiced her concern and added, “Art thou greater than our father Jacob, which gave us the well, and drank thereof himself, and his children, and his cattle?”
“Whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again: But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life.”
The compassion in His eyes assured her that His words were true. She would never have to make the trek back to this well in the dreaded heat again. “Please, Sir, give me this water.”
“Go, call thy husband, and come hither,” He replied calmly.
Her heart was anything but calm. Maybe she could get around this little obstacle with vague information. “I have no husband.”
“Thou hast well said, I have no husband: For thou hast had five husbands; and he whom thou now hast is not thy husband: in that saidst thou truly.”
She winced and fired back something that would hopefully distract him from the truth of her situation. She was a religious woman, after all. “Sir, I perceive that thou art a prophet. Our fathers worshipped in this mountain; and ye say, that in Jerusalem is the place where men ought to worship.”
“Woman, believe me, the hour cometh, when ye shall neither worship in this mountain, nor yet at Jerusalem, worship the Father. Ye worship ye know not what: we know what we worship: for salvation is of the Jews. But the hour cometh, and now is, when the true worshippers shall worship the Father in spirit and in truth: for the Father seeketh such to worship him. God is a Spirit: and they that worship him must worship him in spirit and in truth.”
Her heart pounded as the words escaped her mouth as quickly as she thought them. “I know that when Messias cometh, which is called Christ: when he is come, he will tell us all things.” “Would he know more than this man already did?” she wondered to herself.
“I that speak unto thee am he.”
She barely saw the twelve men dressed like him join them there. With a sharp intake of breath, she dropped her water pot and ran back to town. Caring little for the stares of the women laughing at her disheveled appearance, she found the men that she regularly spent time with.
“Come, see a man, which told me all things that ever I did; is not this the Christ?” They followed her back to the well to meet the man she spoke of with such incredulous wonder. Because of her testimony, many of those from the city believed on Him that day.
The truth of her situation was known to Him. He knew her, and still offered her Himself: the source of living water that would satisfy her every need.
Every person that has ever lived is in need of that living water. There is no other source for the water that satisfies for eternity.
Have you found the one who told you all that you ever did? I’m so thankful for the one who told me about Him. Who can we find to exclaim, “Come, see a man which told me all things that ever I did: is not this the Christ?”
(You can read the whole account of this true story in John 4.)