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A Samaritan Woman: A Good Friday Reflection: The Samaritan Woman at the well describes how she came to believe that Jesus was the Messiah
Posted by pastorjon, Mar 23, 2008. 5090 views. ID = 906

A Samaritan Woman: A Good Friday Reflection

Posted by pastorjon, Mar 23, 2008. 5090 views. ID = 906
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This is the first of five monologues written to explore the thoughts and feelings of Jesus' followers. The setting of the delivery is an imagined gathering of his followers sometime following his crucifixion and burial.
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This post is Part 4 of a writing series titled Good Friday Reflections: Jesus' Funeral.

Who is Jesus?

Well, that's a great question! When I first met him, I was just a woman drawing water at the well. At first, I just thought he was another man. Then, I realized that he was a Jewish man. And he was speaking to me, which was odd, because I am a Samaritan. That he, a Jewish man, would ask me, a Samaritan woman, for water was an uncommon occurence--to say the least.

It was hot that day, and when I asked him how he could ask me, a Samaritan for water, he said something about being able to provide water that would keep me from being thirsty ever again. And so, I thought...he must be a great man--greater than our father Jacob who provided this well. When I asked him to give me some of that water, he told me to go get my husband and come back.

Well, you see... that was a problem... for I don't really have a husband. It's kind of a long story... one that I don't really like to tell, so I simply said "I have no husband." And then, he amazed me... he knew that I had no husband. And he knew the whole complicated story--that I had already been married five times, and that the man I'm living with isn't my husband. I realized that he must be more than just a great Jewish man...he must be a prophet.

But before we finished talking that day, he told me that he was the Messiah. And I believed him. I believed him so strongly that I left my waterjug by the well and went running back into town to find anyone I could--so they could meet him too.


I don't understand everything that happened yesterday and today--but I never felt so accepted... so loved... as I did that day when the Rabbi asked me for a drink of water.

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This post has been awarded 25 stars by 6 readers.
This post is Part 4 of a writing series titled Good Friday Reflections: Jesus' Funeral. The next part of this series can be found here: Peter: A Good Friday Reflection.




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