Jesus and the Woman at the Well, Part 3: The Harvest
John 4:27-42
Let me begin by reminding you of the remarkable story of Jesus and the woman at the well from John chapter 4.
It was a hot day in Palestine, and the noonday sun beat down on the man’s head. Sweat was pouring off His brow. Jesus had been traveling with His friends since sunrise. Now the sun was directly overhead. They were hurrying to make their way through this part of the country as quickly as possible.
He came to a well with a rock edge built up above the ground in the typical manner of the Middle East. His disciples having gone into town to buy food, Jesus sat alone on the lip of the well and wished to himself, “O, if only I could have a drink of water.”
The well was about one-half mile from town near the point where two trade routes came together. It was called Jacob’s Well, after the patriarch who had first dug it some 2000 years earlier. Weary travelers from throughout Israel knew it as a place where they might drink from the spring flowing some 150 feet below the surface.
At precisely that moment, the woman came along. She came from the Samaritan village of Sychar, nestled between Mount Ebal and Mount Gerizim. It wasn’t the normal time, and it was unusual for a woman to come to a well alone. But this woman was different.