The Day She Met The Seventh Guy

It was day as usual; all the other ladies had returned home Off on a usual errand, at a time she knew she would be alone Her wide-open eyes betrayed her; she saw it, but just couldn't realize it Two wells stationed at her usual water collection point, the larger sitting on the smaller Yet her instincts drove her to the one she knew well, the littler Baby never expected company Are you surprised that she wasn't the first one to say a word without delay? Baby expected to meet no one on her way Is it surprising that she simply minded her own business? Nay! Knowing her life was pretty messy, she probably thought she never deserved mercy She was right: Jews couldn't be caught dead interacting with Samaritans One was considered pure, just couldn't afford being contaminated by the other Why was he, therefore, asking her for a drink of water? Why was He asking her for a hand? Was He about to become her next husband? Her daily routine might have been her entire life's reflection Call her an adulterous, baby was quite unstable; her thirst needed serious attention No matter how much of the water she took, her thirst sent her back to the well I guess no matter who she had around, she just couldn't get enough; she needed more Perhaps that's exactly why she was neither with her first nor her fifth guy anymore He had asked her for a drink when it should have been her asking for a handout She couldn't though; baby thought she had it all figured out She had something to draw water with; he didn't The new guy she had left home, was surely going to be the one she had been looking for Thinking: going to the well one more time meant she had one foot in the door Yet Christ was more than just right The pattern repeating itself, soon she would no longer be in the limelight Unless she understood that Christ alone gives something better than riches, a good name It would have been just a matter of time before she got a brand-new surname Before she went back to the well, only to be welcomed home by a new guy, on her return Scripture conceals her name; her history reveals her character Baby said she had no husband; who then had she left home? Just a friend or perhaps someone she had just met on her way home? Either way, we're told Mr. Whoever was her sixth guy At the well, she had surely met her seventh, no lie! Christ Jesus was surely the guy who knew and had what she had been searching for This was the guy who understood no man on the planet could satisfy her to the core In front of her was surely the guy who was going to keep her from running around Jacob had indeed given her the well she had been drinking from year-round Yet here was one greater than he, a well that could forever quench her thirst Can I have a minute with the girl who just can't stop sleeping around? A minute with the lady who opens up to whoever keeps dropping around A second with the girl who has entertained dozens of boyfriends on her playground Can I have a word with the professional divorcée? At least a word with the lady who has been in bed with more guys than the sands on the sea I know you're an outcast; you know your actions might have caused it I know you take trips to the well after everyone has safely returned Yet you got to realize this girl, I know it's something you've never discerned Christ alone can forever quench your thirst Jumping from one bed to another isn't going to quench a bit of it Baby girl was surely caught off guard She didn't know this was the day of her freedom, the day she would finally be glad She had heard about the Messiah; maybe she thought He could never spend time with her Her thirst quenched, she returned without her jar, telling everyone about her experience Baby girl must have forgotten why she had gone to the well in the first place Her life had been transformed; unashamed, she knew she had to but testify All the men she had been with had to be called; it was time to meet the real man The women too had to be introduced to a new well, one that would forever satisfy They might have looked more spiritual, acting holier than her, baby being a scarlet woman But trust me, they needed a savior too; some of God's commands they had decided to defy Galilee is the destination, but to get there, Christ has to pass through Samaria He isn't afraid of strangers, His vocabulary has never had the word Xenophobia Visiting outcasts, baby's thirst is surely about to be quenched, turning her into a live wire Her salvation means the entire city's encounter with the Messiah God is surely about to move and an adulterous is the vehicle He's decided to use