In following Jesus we next find Him resting at Jacob’s well in Samaria. I commented on this story in a post over two years ago, but since it’s one of my favorite “Jesus Encounters” I can’t resist reposting it now.

So while Jesus is resting a woman comes to draw water. Immediately He begins a conversation by asking her for a drink; rather shocking with you consider that she was not only a Samaritan, a member of a mongrel race considered unclean by Jews, but also a woman, a second class citizen in a male dominated society.  Jewish men didn’t strike up conversations with strange women.

She acknowledges this prejudice by asking why He’s even talking to her.  His response is amazing on so many levels.  In essence He says, if you knew who you were talking to, you’d “ask of him and he would have given you living water.”  He goes on to explain this living water was “a well of water springing up into everlasting life.”  He was declaring that He was the source of everlasting life, and here’s the kicker, He was declaring it to a fallen Samaritan women.

A few verses down we realize just how fallen.  She’s had five husbands and the man she’s currently living with wasn’t even her husband. That’s probably why she came to the well around the 6^th hour or noon, in the heat of the day, when no one else would be there, because she was probably even an outcast among her own people. But Jesus knew all this, and revealed His knowledge to her.  And she was amazed.  And so am I because even with this prior knowledge He doesn’t say, “boy, you really blew it.  You’ve really made a mess of your life.” Rather He said, “if you’d asked, I’d have given.”

And that’s just what he says to us.  No matter how much we’ve messed up our life, no matter how low on society’s totem poll we are, no matter how insignificant we feel, no matter how “unclean” our lives have become, God loves us, and says, “if you ask I will give you eternal life.” Wow! 

Sometimes I don’t understand why God bothers with us.  We are so flawed, so weak, so much like the “dog who returns to his own vomit” yet He’s there, saying to each of us, “ask me, and I’ll give you because I love you, no matter who you are or what you’ve done.”

The end of the story is also wonderful.  Jesus uses this woman, this fallen unclean Samaritan, to go and tell her community about Him and lead others to Him, thus showing there is a place for even the lowliest in God’s kingdom and in His plan. 

Oh what a God we serve! What a loving, tender, good God! And it’s His very goodness that leads us to repentance (Romans 2:4b).

Until next week,

Sylvia

Trying to know God’s heart is like trying to plumb the depths of the universe. It can’t be done. But I think parents are in a unique position to glimpse at least part of it. Jesus, when praying what has become known as the Lord’s Prayer, begins with “Our Father, who art in Heaven” (Matthew 6:9), thus teaching us that God wishes to be known as a father, and we, as believers in Jesus, are His children (Romans 8:14-17).  But not just father. No. That barely scratches the surface. But He wants us to know Him as Jesus did, as “Abba”, as “Daddy”.

Oh, what a tender word “daddy” is! It tells us that our Father’s heart isn’t cold or distant.  It tell us that our Daddy is someone on whose lap we can crawl when we need hugs, or on whose shoulder we can lean or cry. As Daddy, God invests Himself in our lives.  He cares about every aspect of them.  No detail is too small to warrant His attention. He knows us better than we know ourselves.  His love is unconditional.  We don’t have to earn it. Oh, how often we are like babies, demanding and helpless; and like babies, not appreciative of the love and care our Daddy lavishes on us. But He loves us anyway, because He is love. And He loved us even before we first loved Him. And when we make mistakes, He doesn’t disown us or threaten to cut off our inheritance.

He’s a Daddy that weeps when we hurt, rejoices when we succeed. He sees us for what we can be, and not the mess we sometimes are. He’s there to encourage, guide, direct, and help. He wants and knows what’s best for us, even when we don’t, and patiently bears our scorn and anger and temper tantrums when He withholds something for our own good. He has set down rules for our benefit. And not wanting us to be spoiled, but rather to grow into that person He has created us to be, He must often correct and discipline. Yet at the same time, He is ever ready to lavish His undeserved love and blessings upon us. And His mercies are new every morning. We can never exhaust them. He’ll never throw in the towel or wash His hands of us, but He’ll stay the course; able and willing to use our mistakes to make something wonderful of us.

And even when we turn our back on Him; when we refuse to acknowledge that He is responsible for all the good in our lives or when we’ve gone off to live in the pig sty, our Daddy’s heart is ever with us, watching and yearning for us, the prodigal, to return to His outstretched waiting arms.  And like any good parent, He’s willing to lay down His life for us, and He actually did, over two thousand years ago on Calvary’s cross.

Yet all this is but a small glimpse of God’s heart. As much as I love my children, I know God loves them so much more, and that puts me in a place I can’t comprehend. But isn’t it marvelous that we don’t have to? All we need do is just allow Daddy to love us, and though we can never love Him as He truly deserves to be love, we can give Him our own puny, shriveled little heart in return.

Until next time,

Sylvia

The more I see of the world the more I wonder if society at large has a clue of what real love is.  Oh, the romance movies would have us think it’s all sparks and chemistry like something that fizzes out of a child’s toy volcano when the right elements are mixed together. Most of the time this makes for a nice story, one that usually has a happy ending of boy getting girl.  But we rarely see what happens after the “getting,” when the pressures of everyday life kicks in, and the “fizz” goes flat.

So if that’s not real love, what is?  Well, there’s a great definition of love in 1 Corinthians 13:4 which says that love is patient, kind, never envious or boastful or conceited. It says that love does not insist on its own way, or its rights.  It’s not touchy or resentful, takes no account of wrong done it.  It’s not self-seeking, but bears up under anything that comes along.  It never fails and it’s not conditional.  Wow!  That’s awesome and inspiring, but depressing, too.  Because who can live it?

Only One comes to mind; the perfect embodiment of true love; the kind movies seldom talk about.  It’s love without sizzle.  It’s hard and gut wrenching, and poignant, and difficult.  It’s the kind of love that made the King of the Universe, the Creator of all, humble Himself and come in the form of man and allow His entrance to be made in a smelly animal shelter.  It’s the kind of love that, without resentment, bore up under the persecution and lies of His countrymen.  A kind of love that didn’t fail when He was tortured and nailed to a tree.  Instead of calling down bolts of lightening on those who mocked Him, He called out, “Father forgive them.” 

Oh, how our God loves us! He spelled it out clearly: J-E-S-U-S.  Let us remember Him in this wonderful season.

Happy Birthday Jesus.  And Merry Christmas everyone.

Until next week,

Sylvia