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It turns out all this God-talk…
…all this releasing-God-the-Spirit-God-the-Father-out-of-our-little-national/religious/location-box
talk…
…all this throw-all-your-pretenses-and-come-to-the-Father-as-you-are,
bringing-Him-the-heart-and-the-soul; everything-
that-is-you- real-you-from-the-inside-out;
the-good-the-bad-and-the-ugly-and-hand-it-all-over-to-Him-in-worship talk…
… all this God-as-our-Father-as-our-daddy-as-our-tata-as-our-papa
talk turns out to be just a bit too much for the Samaritan woman.
It kind of overloaded her systems.
It kind of blew up her circuit.
Maybe it was just all too different from everything she’s
ever heard and experienced before regarding this God…
Maybe it felt a bit like tearing down the walls of something
we can control, like ritual and replacing it with something we can’t control
like relationship… where prayer suddenly becomes a dialogue, a conversation rather than a monologue…
Maybe it was just too unnerving, too personal and she felt
exposed and vulnerable…
Maybe the woman was just too tired of talking, even all this
great God-talk-ing, but no real life change…
For she knew that everything always remains the same… the
same old, same old…
I don’t know Sir. You and
I can shoot the breeze as much as we want… but it’s not gonna change one jota
of my god-forsaken life. I think I’m gonna wait until God Himself shows up on my doorstep and THEN I’ll figure
it all out. When God comes down from heaven to this messed up, screwed up earth…
and sees and feels for Himself what it is like to be a human… from the inside out... when He gets His
hands and His feet dirty with this mess we made of our lives… when He learns what it is to be thirsty and tired, weary and weak... and... rejected and betrayed... When the promised One I heard about shows up, I’ll be all ears… until then, well... it’s just words. In our case, your word against mine…
And she turns back to her bucket and bends over to reach it.
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