Woman at the well

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The text is the Samaratin woman at the well from John 4.

Woman of Samaria, when you woke that morning, like every morning thirsty from want and loss., did you know that God in flesh would enter into that thirst pouring out living water? Did you come to that well at mid-day hoping to dodge the gaze of all the women still on their first husbands?  In the unmerciful brightness of midday did you think that you would escape the gaze of the others?   And that moment., when it clicked, when you knew.  When the thirst you sensed was not your own but HIS thirst for YOUR wholeness.  When that moment of recognition lit your eyes, did you laugh thinking of your “but you have no bucket” comment? Did it seem silly then how you tried to theologically trump him by name dropping Jacob as your ancestor?  Did this Christ throw back his head and in the solidarity that only the incarnate God could muster, laugh along with you?  A laugh of recognizing the beautiful absurdity of humanity’s encounter with the infinite?  How it’s always funny and messy and gloriously familiar?