Then Jesus, tired from the journey, sat down by this well. It was about noon. Those details matter. This is not the Christ of lofty abstraction or untouchable holiness. This is a thirsty, weary body resting on the edge of a shared human need. Revelation begins not in triumph but in fatigue. The well is an ordinary place, common and utilitarian. And yet Scripture often locates transformation in such spaces. Wells are where people come because they must. You can delay many things, but not thirst. And it is there, in that place of necessity, that Jesus meets a woman who has learned to live with both physical and social scarcity.
Jesus breaks the silence with a request: “Give me a drink.” This is not an instruction or correction. He begins with vulnerability. He places himself in her debt and anticipates the evangelist she will become after this encounter- a source of living water. This is already about a reversal of power. Jesus is a Jew speaking to a Samaritan, a man to a woman, a rabbi to the socially suspect. He does not cross these boundaries to make a point; he crosses them because love goes where it is not supposed to go.
The woman is startled, rightly so. “How is it that you, a Jew, ask a drink of me?” Her question is the sound of history speaking. It carries centuries of exclusion, hostility, and inherited distrust. Jesus does not dismiss her concern. Instead, he opens a deeper conversation, not about who belongs where, but about what truly satisfies.
“Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again,” he says, “but those who drink of the water that I will give them will never be thirsty.”
This is not a promise of escape from need, nor a denial of the body’s limits. It is an invitation to a different source. In John’s Gospel, living water is not doctrine or moral achievement. It is about a relationship with the world. It is a life rooted in the inexhaustible generosity of God, a well that opens within a person, even one who has been told again and again that she is empty.
Jesus answers her question of why he would speak to her, “If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him, and he would have given you living water.” She responds by asking about the source of living water.
It is the moment she is open to becoming one source. He calls for her to call her husband, and she replies she has no husband. Jesus acknowledges that she is right about her five previous husbands and that the man she is with now is not her husband.
The number five is important in the Bible.Pastor Emillie guided our discussion with details that many of us did not previously know. Obviously, having five husbands is central to who she is. Yet it is doing far more work than it looks like on the surface. John rarely accidentally throws in a number. At the literal level, this names her lived reality, complex and painful. She is likely socially stigmatized, given her appearance at noon, but John rarely stops at biography. He uses personal stories as theological symbols.

Here, Pastor explaoned the Samaritans accepted only the first five books of Scripture (Genesis–Deuteronomy). They rejected the Prophets and Writings that Jews embraced. So when Jesus names five husbands, many scholars hear an echo that the Five “husbands” are the five books that have shaped Samaritan religious life. The “one you now have” could represent a religious system that claims covenant, but lacks fullness. In the Hebrew Scriptures, covenant faithfulness is often described as marriage. Idolatry is adultery. Jesus isn’t shaming her; he’s naming Samaria’s spiritual history with uncanny precision.
And, after the Assyrian conquest, five foreign groups were brought into Samaria, each with their own gods. Israel “married” itself to these influences. So here, five husbands could refer to the five foreign allegiances of Samaria, a people spiritually fragmented, not evil, wounded, and mixed
Jesus stands at the well as the true bridegroom, offering not condemnation but restoration. There is also a Johannine theme of moving from partial truth to fullness. John’s Gospel constantly contrasts Signs vs. fulfillment, Law vs. grace, Seeing vs. believing. Here, Jesus is the one, the Messiah, who knows her fully and still asks for a drink. And, quietly, this woman becomes one of the first evangelists in the Gospel
Jesus named her story, not to expose her, but to see her. “You are right,” he says, affirming her honesty. This is one of the most astonishing moments in the Gospels: a woman who has been misread by society is read truthfully by God. There is no condemnation here, only clarity. And clarity, when offered in love, becomes freedom.
This also illuminates what Jesus might have meant when he replied to Nicodemus, "I assure you, no one can enter the Kingdom of God without being born of water and the Spirit." and last week's John 3:18 passage. Rather than this being a condemnation of those who did not believe in God's one and only son, together with Pastor Emillie's sermon last week of "just in case" altar calls, this is an observation of humanity's nature. In those moments when it is hard for us to believe in Christ as Messiah. That is when we lose our connection to living water
The woman responds to Jesus' clarity, not with shame but with theology. “I see that you are a prophet.” And then she asks the question that has divided communities for generations: Where is the right place to worship? Which mountain? Which tradition? Which people get it right?
Jesus refuses to be conscripted into that false choice. Worship, he says, is not about geography or pedigree, but about truth and spirit. God is not contained by our boundaries. God is already present, already active, already nearer than we imagine.
Then comes the turning point. The woman speaks of the Messiah, the one who will come and explain everything. And Jesus says to her, plainly and without disguise, “I am he.” This is the first unambiguous self-revelation of Jesus as Messiah in the Gospel of John. And it is given not to a religious leader or a disciple, but to a Samaritan woman at a well, in the heat of the day
This also speaks to what Pastor Emllie referred to in last week's sermon, as her altar care repetitions (or as she put it, those "just in case"affirmations). We don't need to be thirsty, to have our "just in cases" anymore when we believe in Jesus as the Messiah.
The woman leaves her water jar behind. Another detail matters too. The object she came for is no longer what she needs. She runs, not away, but toward her community. The woman who came alone, at noon not to be seen, returns as a witness. The one who avoided the crowd becomes the bearer of good news. “Come and see a man who told me everything I have ever done,” she says, not as an accusation, but as wonder. Her testimony is imperfect, provisional, deeply human. And it is enough.Many Samaritans believe because of her word.
Jesus
still sits by wells. He still asks for water. He still waits for those
who come at noon, convinced they must remain unseen. And he still offers
a life that does not deny our wounds but transforms them into springs
of living water. He sits for us, and for the world.
Pastor Emillie' Feb 1 sermon
Bible Project's Video Clip Water of Life Why Water Matters in the Bible
End of Epiphany Season Candlemas (observed) Through us, Jesus is the Light of the World
A Prayer for Alex Pretti Faith ripples outward.
Be sure to check out Sarah's comments on this blog entry.

Gary, you're such a beautiful writer! I am just loving what you write. Thank you! In a time so many of us feel extremely fatigued from the journey and I'd say...PARCHED(!), I'm so grateful to have turned to faith. Jesus knows what we've done, everything that's going on and what will come. There's solace in that. He walks with us no matter what we carry or how hard the road. That's what I'm leaning into lately. I love the detail you emphasize about how the Samaritan woman abandons her water jar and runs to her community, those who have shunned her. This is a prayer I have for our country right now...that we all abandon our baggage (so to speak) and dive into communication, relationships and community in places we have avoided because of political strife and disagreements. I love imagining the Samaritan announcing the good news of the Messiah to those she has been avoiding. In times like we are experiencing now, I think every day about how children are developing and seeing the world. There is good news for them and I hope we can focus on that; truly what else is worth focusing on? Overcoming suffering brings peace (at least for awhile!). We might transform our anger into new agreements living as followers of Christ. That we may see opportunities instead of obstacles and paths forward instead of despair. The Samaritan may have lived in a prison of her own making before encountering Jesus. We are also living in confinements of our own making. I hope we can ask Jesus to shine lights on our dark places we are unable or unwilling to see and walk with us out of the darkness. We may feel frozen now in patterns of avoidance like the Samaritan going to the well at noon. But at least for myself, I hope I can grow my own humility and ingenuity to be open to new and hard things that will bear fruit.
ReplyDeleteSarah, Thank you, truly. Your words feel like water drawn from deep places, not rushed, not shallow, but necessary. They refreshed me.
ReplyDeleteThat image you name of being parched feels exactly right. So many of us are weary not just in body or mind, but in spirit, tired of carrying, tired of bracing, tired of avoiding one another. And yet, as you say, there is a strange and steady solace in trusting that Jesus already knows: what we’ve done, what we’re carrying, what lies ahead. We don’t have to explain ourselves into worthiness. He simply meets us on the road and keeps pace with us, even when the road is hard or our hands are full.
I love how you connect the Samaritan woman’s abandoned jar to our moment now. That detail won’t let go of me either. It’s such a quiet revolution: she leaves behind the very thing she came for because she has found something that reorders her priorities. And then, this is the miracle, she runs toward the community that has wounded her. Not with an argument, not with certainty, but with testimony: “Come and see.” What if that is the posture our country most needs right now, not shouting across divides, but risking relationship where we have learned to avoid?
Your prayer for our children is moving. They are watching how we name the world and how we tell the truth about suffering without surrendering to despair. You’re right: there is good news for them. Perhaps the most faithful thing we can do is refuse to let our anger be the loudest voice they inherit. To show them that suffering can be faced, not denied, and that transformation is possible, even if only for a while, likely imperfectly.
The way you describe “prisons of our own making” feels painfully accurate. We learn where to go at noon, when no one else will see us. We learn which conversations to avoid, which neighbors to keep at a distance, and which questions feel too dangerous to ask. And still, Jesus waits there, asking us to let light touch places we’d rather keep hidden. Not to shame us, but to lead us out.
Your hope for humility and ingenuity is a holy one. It takes both to step into new and hard things, humility to admit we don’t see clearly yet, and ingenuity to imagine paths forward we haven’t tried before. That, too, is fruit-bearing work, even when it feels slow.
Thank you for leaning into faith so honestly, and for naming hope without pretending the road is easy. Your reflection feels like an invitation to all of us: to set down what we’ve been dragging, to walk toward one another again, and to trust that Christ is already there, offering us to transform and be springs of living water,
Gary, it’s wonderful to know you have the same hopes! And you express them so beautifully!! I’ll do my best to be a spring of living water, even if many days I feel like a muddy puddle!! We may not see what we hope for in this lifetime, but it’s the right thing to do to focus on communion and remember we aren’t alone.
ReplyDeleteYou know how Jesus says a shepherd goes in search of lost lambs? I was actually trying to rescue hens who decided it would be great to roost in blackberry rambles instead of sleep in their coop tonight ๐น. I was doing that during Bible Study! And I was thinking, Jesus makes the point repeatedly that he will search out those who are lost and in darkness and he will never stop trying to restore them. So, I was getting all scratched up in the brambles thinking about Jesus seeking us out and meeting us at our version of the well at noon! And most people f today I was also thinking about how we not only avoid OTHERS in our shame, discomfort or whatever is making us want to hide, but we also do this with ourselves! We exile parts of ourselves and avoid them at all costs so we don’t have to feel pain. So, we need to meet Jesus inside ourselves am search out those lost parts to be healed by Him. I was thinking about how Pastor Emillie said many people in the Old Testament find their brides at wells… and how Jesus is the bridegroom of the church. We are His bride. Complete integration of all people in Christ and complete integration of all parts of ourselves to become whole in Christ. My mind was being blown while rescuing chickens. That’s all!!
ReplyDeleteSarah, this is such a holy image! Scratched arms, indignant chickens, blackberry brambles, and Jesus quietly doing what Jesus always does. Honestly? Peak theology. ๐น✨
DeleteI love how you let that very real, embodied moment become a parable. That’s exactly how Jesus teaches, not from a safe distance, but right there in the thorns, coaxing frightened creatures home. Your instinct to keep going, even while getting scratched up, feels like a lived sermon on the Good Shepherd who refuses to abandon what’s wandered off into unsafe places. He doesn’t shout from the path; he steps into the brambles.
And your insight about how we don’t just hide from others but from ourselves, whew. That lands deep. John 4 isn’t only about social exile; it’s about internal exile too. The Samaritan woman comes at noon not just because of the town, but because of the parts of herself she’s learned to keep hidden. Jesus meets her there anyway. Not after she’s sorted herself out. Not once she’s integrated. He meets her before, and that meeting becomes the integration.
What you said about “meeting Jesus inside ourselves” to search out the lost parts feels so aligned with the Gospel. Christ doesn’t only reconcile people and nations; he reconciles the fragmented self. Nothing gets discarded. Nothing is too shame-soaked or inconvenient to be gathered back into wholeness.
And the well-as-betrothal image? I loved that from yesterday's talk. ๐ Yes, Jesus as bridegroom, the church as bride, and that vision of complete integration: Jew and Samaritan, insider and outsider, conscious and exiled parts of the soul. Wholeness not as perfection, but as belonging. Becoming one, not by erasing difference or pain, but by bringing it all into the light of love.
Also: the fact that this revelation came while rescuing chickens during Bible study feels very on-brand for the Kingdom of God. Hidden in the ordinary. Revealed in the scratched-up, ridiculous, tender moments we didn’t plan.
Thank you for sharing this. It’s rich, grounded and totally Gospel-shaped. And please thank the chickens for their theological contribution. ๐๐