Estelle and Robert: To Know Him

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Chapter 19 (v.1) - Promiscuous Salina

Submitted: July 23, 2019

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When therefore the Lord knew how the Pharisees had heard that Jesus made and baptized more disciples than John, (Though Jesus himself baptized not, but his disciples,) He left Judaea and departed again into Galilee.

Matthew cringed when Jesus pointed out that they would trek through Samaria. Being a tax collector got him many disgusted looks, and, looking back, he couldn't blame them. But Samaritans, well, the deserved it even more so. Samaritans, half-breeds. If it were up to him they would go the long way around, simply just to bypass the country.

Jesus ran a hand through his hair as they entered Sychar, a city in Samaria, near to the parcel of ground that Patriarch Jacob gave to his favorite son, Joseph. Jacob's well was there, and Jesus, weary from the journey, sat on the well.

It was about the 6th hour of the day, and the disciples, more hungry then weary, especially Matthew, who was still put out that they didn't take the long way around, went to buy food as He waited for them.

A crunch of well-worn sandals on the tiny pebbles cocked Jesus's head in her direction. She wasn't young, but her smooth skin, clearly taken care of for many years would have persuaded otherwise. Her eyes were lined delicately, her face turned away from the sun as best as she could to avoid any unnecessary wrinkles. Spotting Jesus, she flushed, not-so-innocently. While no one dared call her names, she was more than aware of what others thought. Man-crazy. One was never enough. She tried to avoid the rush of women coming to the well. There was no sense subjecting herself to any demeaning stares. Who were they to judge?

She held the bucket gingerly in her hands as she approached the stranger

She held the bucket gingerly in her hands as she approached the stranger. No one she would go after, herself. Too plain. Suddenly shy, she tried to ignore his gaze as she dipped the bucket in to gather water.

"Give me to drink."

The audacity! Salina jutted her chin out, her voice becoming crisp, "How is it that thou, being a Jew, askest drink of me, which am a woman of Samaria? for the Jews have no dealings with the Samaritans."

" If thou knewest the gift of God, and who it is that saith to thee, Give me to drink; thou wouldest have asked of him, and he would have given thee living water."

Upon mention of "God", her voice toned down, a brow raised inquisitively. "Sir, thou hast nothing to draw with, and the well is deep: from whence then hast thou that living water? Art thou greater than our father Jacob, which gave us the well, and drank thereof himself, and his children, and his cattle?"

" Whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again: But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life."


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