In John Chapter 4 there is a story of a Samaritan woman’s encounter with Jesus at a well. She wasn’t blind, lame, demon possessed, or sick. She wasn’t a prostitute, a thief, or a tax collector. She was a woman with relational issues…
And Jesus met her there.
Here we have the God of the universe in human form. He turned water into wine. He calmed storms. He healed the sick and raised the dead. That water that the woman was drawing out for him? He spoke it into existence… literally. This was the King of kings… Lord of lords… the Messiah… but…
He met her there.
He shares a moment with her and has a conversation with her. She is amazed by how much he knows about the intimate details of her life. He tells her that he is the Messiah… the chosen one… the one that will free mankind from the bondage of sin and death. Yet on the list of all the world saving he had to do… he made it a point to talk to this woman.
He met her there.
My prayers are mostly selfish. I’ll throw in some prayers for other people but the truth is that what is most urgent on my list of prayers are all my own requests. I wrestle with this all the time.
I was sharing a meal and a conversation with my good friends, Abe and Annette. I shared about how I struggled with knowing that there are so many things going on in the world but the things that are most heavy on my heart are my own list of relational junk… the small stuff. Without hesitation they looked at me and said…
Jesus came down from heaven to meet with the woman at the well. You may feel that those things are small… but he cares about those things, Andres.
He doesn’t minimize our pain. He doesn’t disregard our sorrow. He cares about our heartbreak.
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted [Psalm 34:18]
And here I am, sitting in my room, blogging about my lack of faith in God’s love. I’m not blind, lame, demon possessed, or sick. My worries are relatively minor. I don’t have any major needs or deficits. There is no crisis in my life… but…
He meets me here.
