The meeting was unexpected,
even more so the speaking.
After all, she was a Samaritan, and a woman,
shunned and ashamed.
He broke convention greeting her,
(the unconventional woman, drawing water
at an unconventional hour)
meeting need with need, “Give me a drink.”
This was the first grace, the unexpected meeting.
Then there was the second, he offered her a gift.
She didn’t know she needed it,
or what it really was,
but he offered it all the same.
“Living water,” he called it,
“so you’ll never thirst again.”
This was the second grace, which only later flowed.
The third was startling, from a complete stranger.
He put his finger on her shame.
“Go call your husband..... “
and out it all came,
dragged into his healing light.
No need to hide anymore, what relief.....what grace.
(How did he know? Was he a prophet?)
The fourth grace was very strange.
A profound theology lesson on worship,
“in spirit and in truth...”
at the well, in the heat of the day,
to a gentile, an immoral woman!
Why theology and not admonishment?
Why worship and not law?
(Did he know her that well?)
‘Amazing grace, how sweet the sound.....’
Yet another grace wells up, the joy of being fully known.
“Come see a man who told me everything I ever did!”
Releasing truth, the freedom to be fully loved,
the exuberance of the light!
This fifth grace flowed over, unexpectedly,
to water the thirst of many others.
The sixth grace was abundant -
“Many believed in him because of the woman’s testimony.”
The ripened harvest was gathered in,
and the Grace-giver was well fed!
His friends, meanwhile, remained quite puzzled.
A harvest in Samaria?
But then, grace is usually unexpected,
as well as abundant.
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