Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you. “Sir,” she said, “you have no bucket and the well is deep. Where do you get this living water?” —John 4.11
He came to you tired and thirsty, a stranger without a bucket. Needing something. Asking. He came from away, foreign, plenty of reason not to fit in. You met there at that well, great hole in the skin of the earth, deep wound, you without honor or friends, he without a bucket. Through the scrim of class and race, flesh and spirit, you both reached, you with your bucket, he his perfect thirst. You talked of God, he named the great river flowing in you, and you named his. There at the bottom of the well of the world the two of you tapped the holy spring, dripping. Water from that rock. And then: you left your jug, ran into the town, your condemning, your weakness, your unbelonging. And there you met them, you without a bucket, without your jug, with only your perfect thirst for God. And there you named theirs, and they came running, you our first evangelist. As the Lord comes, gushing, so do you: an undocumented immigrant, a stranger, asking, in thirst and need, vulnerable, without a bucket.
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
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