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When what we know (or think we know!) of God recognizes Him as real and present and active - but only in the distant future or the distant past…
… when we feel like we arrived at the party too late,
stumbling upon the cleaning crew clearing the tables of the remnants of the feast somebody else enjoyed…
… with the candles burnt out and all balloons deflated and nothing but the dried-up crumbs left behind for us…
… when the disappointment is mingled with the waning hope
that with a bit of luck, next time around… we, too, perhaps will be invited and won’t
miss it altogether…
When we are stuck between the God of Yesterdays and God of
Tomorrows, with no God of Today anywhere in sight…
… we all reach out … we all go back to our old, dinged up,
leaky buckets.
And just as the woman’s fingers curl around the crooked
handle, she hears, for the first time hears the Voice:
I AM here.
I have come…to you...
I AM speaking with you…
You are hearing My Voice…
I know you…
I love you…
I want you to know Me…
And this Voice, produced by the vocal cords of the Galilean-Carpenter-turned-Rabi
resonates through the bones and marrow…
… through the thoughts of the mind and intentions of the heart…
… the loves and the fears… and…
… deepest secrets of the Samaritan woman…
And the whole conversation, from the very beginning, when He asked her for a drink of water from her old dinged up bucket... everything
suddenly clicks together!
In her astonishment, her shaky fingers uncurl without her even realizing, and the bucket drops on the ground next to His dusty feet…
And she races away…
Like any one of us would run away from the sheer wonder of God of Today…
Come and see a man who told me all the things that I have done! He can't be the Christ, right?
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