My thoughts on the Samaritan Woman

One of the greatest tragedies in life is a loss of connection to the one who made us.  In these moments, we wander aimlessly from the source of life that gives us hope and purpose.  Soon, almost without realizing it, we find ourselves drowning in the despair of insecurity, fear, and confusion -  being lead like sheep to the slaughter.  We allow ourselves to be overcome by our fear of truth until the faith of our First days is only a distant memory. 

This is NOT Jesus’ desire for us, he longs that we should experience the perfection of his love—the furious grace that drives us deeper into his embrace.  His grace is the rolling waves of his endless sea of love, pounding upon the shore.  Our great hope is that Jesus’ furious grace refuses to relent. Even as we walk in the darkness of this world, following our own paths into destruction, his powerful waves of grace blow us back to shore.  Pounding you firmly - but lovingly, back into his waiting arms.

When I read the story of the Samaritan woman (John 4:1-42), I don't see all that much difference between herself and myself. Really when I get down to it it's all brokenness coming face to face with the awesome transformative power of love - the recalcitrant heart colliding with the irresistible force of God!  

I wish I couldn't relate, but I know I can.  I commit adultery every day.  I commit adultery with my eyes, with my ears and with my mouth.  I ignore the giver of life in the pursuit of my pride and selfishness.  My heart is a place of utter despair. So, can I relate to her brokenness? Of course.  (Just ask me who matters more, "Jesus or my job?") 

Is there any difference (ultimately) between her sins and mine?  

Why do I fight against the waves of his love and grace?