"Yisemah Adams" And The Day Of Many 'Likes' - Part 2

Scripture: John 4: 26, 28-30, 39, 41 -  "Jesus saith unto her, 'I that speak unto thee, am He.'...The woman then left her waterpot, and went her way into the city, and saith to the men 'Come, see a man, which told me all things which ever I did: Is not this the Christ? Then they went out from the city and came unto Him... And many of the Samaritans of that city believed on Him for the saying of that woman which testified 'He told me all that ever I did!'... And many more believed because of His own word."  

I've grown up hearing many-a church bell declare the Sunday morning worship hour, and as beautiful as they sounded, even to my childish ears, I am betting they paled in comparison to the sound of that dropped waterpot! It's echo continues even now, wed with the exhortation 'Come, see a man!... Is not this the Christ?'

He gave what she got, and she got 'got', then she went and she gave what she got, and then they got 'got'! Then it all got written, that we read what she got, and in reading what she got, yep, we all got 'got'! [my apologies to the literary purists]
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Repentance [busting from the old chains, to put on the lighter chains of grace, or put differently, turning from that which is unredeeming and turning towards God, i.e., metanoin] means abandoning the thirst that formerly defined you and embracing Jesus, it means leaving the 6th hour and upon the edges of your 7th hour [your hour of completion] finding Christ, and Him waiting, it means leaving that prototypal 'sixth measure' [the sixth man to Yisemah], to then find Jesus, the seventh and the final - Him as the proverbial bridegroom and His as the body of Christ, the 'bride'.

I rejoice for the dropping of that waterpot, signifying not only her new start, but the snowballing effect of those glad tidings turning the many of Samaria around, and reminding us to also relinquish our 'waterpots', and to go tell somebody about Jesus.  As the hymn would say 'over the hills and everywhere, go tell 'em from the mountains...' not only that Jesus was born, but that for our sakes,  He died, and is risen!

Can't you see Yisemah now speedily driving in her dinged up Volkswagen bug, window rolled down calling out 'Come see a man!', honking her horn, dust flying, while sneaking a peek back in her rearview mirror to validate the reality [like hitting the refresh button] seeing Jesus saying 'Go and make disciples!' still standing with His slack-jawed boyz at the intersection of Jacob's Well Way, and Living Waters Blvd.! Go my sister, go tell 'em!

She had one thirst, but now she's got a better thirst, she had a what and a where for worship, but now she's got a 'Who', and while her neighboring audience could only see her in time with a spotty history, she's now got a heavenly audience, and spotless eternity-present and eternity-future because of grace- indeed she is a new creature.

She was hard-boiled with her self-defense, avoidant often, and witty enough, but now 'because the Lord is my shepherd, I have everything I need', she can be both transparent and vulnerable, the battle being the Lords, and she can 'rest in the meadow grass' and 'be beside the quiet stream' having 'a table prepared before her' [yep, loaded with what matters most and anointed], comforted by both rod and staff, and fearing no evil, even within the thickest of darkness'  shadows.

She sho-nuff got 'got'!

I applaud God for His pause for a nameless, hope-challenged anybody, for whom He would stop, engage, and save, and then share with us for the sake of our higher hoping.
Let's help some waterpots drop. That would indeed be a joyful noise.

John 4:23 - "But the hour cometh, and now is, when the true worshippers shall worship the Father in spirit and in truth: for the Father seeketh such to worship Him."

Prayer:  With night's submission day begins, as will our all, grace being shown; and so we all begin again, with hope to glean of new and known.  Pray brightness dreamt of now be caught, and troubles figured on be naught. Let all of perfect hope be brought... the bringer being Jesus.

(Dr. McNeal Brockington)

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