John 4:29 Come see a man who has told me everything that I ever did.
The Samaritan woman at the well had come to draw from Jacob’s well, which had been placed strategically in the center of town for the convenience of all. Everyone had to go come to this place to draw for this life-giving liquid in order to cook, bathe and drink. All the other women had come early for their daily supply, but the Samaritan woman came around noon, in the heat of the day, so she could by-pass all of the whispers and ridicule. However, today a man sat on the well and began to speak to her, telling her the story of her life. Oops! A Jewish man was talking to a Samaritan, and a woman at that! Of all the nerve! It was good that the religious crowd was not there or they would have stoned both of them. Kind of sounds like some of us today in the “religious” crowd. We are always trying to figure out who is good enough for Him to waste His time on. Well, none of us are good enough. His word says, “All have sinned and come short.” This was so real to the Samaritan woman, so she ran into town with the whole well (JESUS) proclaiming, “Come see a man who has told me all I ever did.”
That same voice, in the form of God’s Spirit, stopped at my pew in a little country church on a Sunday morning and spoke to my heart. I had heard it before but had not responded, yet on this day, it seemed more urgent and I knew that only Jesus was the answer. That voice was telling me all I had ever done and it was so deafening, yet no one heard it but me. I took a drink from the same well that the Samaritan woman had tasted.
Are you so grateful to Jesus for saving you that your lifes is an advertisement that says “Come see a man” as you go from day to day?
This same voice that spoke to the Samaritan woman and to my soul on that Sunday morning, is the same voice that spoke creation into place, that called out to Adam in the garden, that spoke from the burning bush to Moses and that cried, “It is finished” on Calvary. It is the same voice that speaks to you at the church pew, in your car, at work, or wherever you may be.
Do you still recognize it or has it grown faint? Is it easier to resist? Is the urgency to answer it less pressing? I pray not!
Lord, may I always be listening to Your voice speaking to me. Amen