Quench My Thirst
Jesus talks with a Samaritan woman
4 Now Jesus learned that the Pharisees had heard that he was gaining and baptising more disciples than John – 2 although in fact it was not Jesus who baptised, but his disciples. 3 So he left Judea and went back once more to Galilee.
4 Now he had to go through Samaria. 5 So he came to a town in Samaria called Sychar, near the plot of ground Jacob had given to his son Joseph. 6 Jacob’s well was there, and Jesus, tired as he was from the journey, sat down by the well. It was about noon.
7 When a Samaritan woman came to draw water, Jesus said to her, ‘Will you give me a drink?’ 8 (His disciples had gone into the town to buy food.)
9 The Samaritan woman said to him, ‘You are a Jew and I am a Samaritan woman. How can you ask me for a drink?’ (For Jews do not associate with Samaritans.[a])
10 Jesus answered 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.’
11 ‘Sir,’ the woman said, ‘you have nothing to draw with and the well is deep. Where can you get this living water? 12 Are you greater than our father Jacob, who gave us the well and drank from it himself, as did also his sons and his livestock?’
13 Jesus answered, ‘Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, 14 but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.’
Sometimes, Lord, my spirit is dry within me. I sense no enthusiasm to get going.
The joy of life seems like something that other people experience.
I long for something more; I'd love it to be different.
And so I am much taken by the story of the woman at the well.
Lord Jesus, you offered her life-giving water - water to refresh her and to quench her thirst.
Would you offer to me that same opportunity, to drink deeply of your spirit?
Might I hear you inviting ME to come and drink from the well-spring of life?
Let me drink, Lord, and be satisfied that my spirit might be glad within me.
Like showers of rain coming over a dry and barren land, quench my thirst, I pray, in Jesus' name,
Written by Martin Fair
St. Andrew's Church, Arbroath