Articles and thoughts by Steve Green.
When a Samaritan woman came to draw water, Jesus said to her, “Will you give me a drink?” (His disciples had gone into the town to buy food.)The Samaritan woman said to him, “You are a Jew and I am a Samaritan woman. How can you ask me for a drink?” (For Jews do not associate with Samaritans. Jesus answered her, “If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water.” John 4:7-10
Dear Lord Jesus, you spoke these inviting words of hope to a broken woman trying her very best to keep her distance from you. She’d been on a quest to find life in the arms of men—many men, and it obviously wasn’t working for her very well. The more she tried to evade your gaze, the more you simply applied your grace. She ran, you pursued. She danced around, you stopped the music. How I praise you that you came to seek and save the lost… not just broadcast an offer from the distance.
Though the details of my story are different from this nameless Samaritan woman, the same foolish strategy is there—playing games with you—playing hide and seek. Only I do all the hiding and you do all the seeking. I wish this was just true of me a long, long time ago, but I still default to this insanity.
Jesus, deliver us… deliver me… from grace allergies—living with an aversion to the gospel. Why we choose broken cisterns, dumb idols and self-help over your love is sheer madness. Grace is for sinners… not for pretenders, posers and performers. You mean to heal us, not harm us… embrace us, not embarrass us… succor us with compassion, not shame us with contempt.
So, Jesus, once again I bring real thirst to you today. I bring my penchant to avoid you. I bring my allergic reactions to the gospel. I bring my excuse making… my unbelief… my pride… my self-righteousness… I bring that part of me that would rather help others discover your grace than partake of it for myself…
I ask you for a fresh imbibing of living water… sufficient for the needs of my heart and the demands of this day. May this be a 24-hour period in which I spontaneously join the chorus of many others who are singing: “Come see the man who told me everything I ever did, and he STILL loves me and is bent on my freedom. Certainly this is the Messiah, the Savior, the Lord… He is Jesus!”
So very Amen, I pray in your pursuing and all-satisfying name.
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