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Go call your husband
and come back here,
must have felt to the woman like a big ice-cold bucket of water over her
head.
She’d rather forget.
She’d rather avoid the topic.
She’d rather stuff her demons down and slam the lid over them. Cover up how filthy, and used, and dirty she
felt… how scared and lonely and lost she woke up in the morning and fell asleep
at night…some nights hoping she won’t wake up to see the light of the next day…
How could she even begin to explain to the Stranger the mess
she is in… even if she wanted to… even if He wanted to hear…?
So, she looks Him in the eye, then looks away into the
swirling desert sand, and whispers softly into the wind the biggest, the
fattest, virgin-snow-white lie:
The woman of course knows that it is impossible to lie to God. Humans may be fooled by appearances. In fact, we humans are fooled by appearances all the time. Ironically, attempting to fool the Man, it is the woman who's been fooled this time... taken in by the appearance of the skin and flesh, bones and muscles, the Galileean accent... She was fooled by the appearance and missed the God standing right next to her... skin-and-bones, cloak and sandals... T-shirt and jeans...
Skin and bones, jeans and sneakers notwithstanding, God not only sees through our big
fat, or what we call 'little white' lies, but He sees beyond them.
He sees our fear,
and our brokenness, and desperate efforts to quench the soul-thirst… to satisfy
the craving of the heart which morphs into the craving for food, or sex, or
power, control, acceptance, diversion, …Until it takes a life of its own, violent and uncontrollable, devouring us… from the inside out.
He knows that the craving is too strong for us, turning us into desperate
people. And desperate people tend to do desperate things.
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