What Is Your Story?

What is your story? How is your life? The woman, let us call her Jane, had such a journey. In today's parlance, we will say she had been unlucky with men. She married five of them, and none of them filled the void she felt on the inside. Each one looked like it, but as soon as she got in, she realised that she had made another mistake. She had to endure many snide remarks. No one understood her, and it became embarrassing to the point she would rather go to the well when she was sure there was no one else there.

She found a way to escape by avoiding the crowd and staying away from social functions. She was sure to avoid other women so as not to be accused of husband snatching. It was such a lonely road, but what could she do? Mind her business and that she did.

The stories had become too many. Many of them were, of course not so accurate, but how could she clear herself knowing her reputation did not help her case at all. No wonder she chose to go to the well in the afternoon. At least she would be alone; She would not have to endure any mean look or bear the mischievous comments.

She longed for peace, 'so who was this man? Look, I have had enough of men in my life. This one does not look threatening, though. He is kind and gentle;' then, he started the conversation. She did not have to entice him, no need to woo him. Besides, she was already tired of man trouble. This man, though Jew did not mind relating to her, amazing! A typical Jew would not condescend; this was turning out interesting.

There was something about him. It would have come across as pride, but he had a certain authority in his tone. He seemed to have a knowing that was beyond peripheral. He was at the well wanting a drink yet promising everlasting drink. Indeed, this man should be listened to. Did he not know which well he was at? Everyone who came to the well drank and got their fill; their livestock too and a strange man was offering some other drink?

He then kicked it up a notch, 'where is your hubby' he quizzed? And her reply, 'I do not have any'. 'Truth', he affirmed, he then proceeded to tell her life history. 'Clearly, this was no ordinary man. For the first time, someone understood her. Someone hit home. Someone touched the void in her. She's had husbands, hobnobbed with men, but they barely scratched the surface. This one hit, home. She was used to men, but they did not quench her thirst.'

The discussion continued, and she veered into doctrinal issues: Jewish belief vs Samaritan belief. His reply to this was very informative; religion had not been able to save anyone. Not then and certainly not now. Worship is of the heart and certainly must be in truth and the spirit. Anything outside of the spirit can only lead to long journeys and eventually, death. Ask the children of Israel; they have more than a few stories to tell.

We have all read Jane's story before (John 4:3-26, the woman at the well at Sychar). How will they write your story? Have you been tossed about in search of the real God? What are you even looking for – fame, money, power, husband, wife, children, position? How are you going about your search, our Jane kept trying out men. What are you trying out? Her story ended with her becoming an evangelist. An encounter with the Messiah turned her life around and answered the deep questions in her heart.

Do you need such a meeting with Him? Do you need the touch only God can give? You may have been around for a while. You may even have been serving for so long, but there is a deep yearning that only God can fill. Go to the well. The Messiah is waiting.

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