Despite my better judgement to stay in bed for the day, I was eager to go to church today. This is a John year...(see previous post)...and I knew today's reading was about Jesus at the well with the Samaritan woman. The sermon was surely to talk about God meeting us exactly where we are at. I needed some living water and hoped I would get new insights into this favorite and familiar story.
I sat in church and listened to the reading. The thing that strikes me about the Gospel of John is how confused the conversations are. For the 1st half of the book, most of the time, the conversations don't make sense. Jesus, using simple things as metaphors for the deep lessons of faith speaks right past people. Somehow, they catch on to this and the conversations get very cryptic. But the symbols are so basic and universal that I can't help to catch on water, wind, birth, sight, life, death.
We arrived home after a day of trying to keep the kids occupied in a way that I could rest -- McDonalds, playgrounds and libraries. I was starving. The kids had fallen asleep in the back seat. I turned to Ulrich. "What's the plan of attack for the night? What should we do for dinner" My phone buzzed...."I'll be over with italian casserole in like 15 minutes"
Minutes later a minivan pulled in behind us and a beautiful tin-foil tray with our evening meal appeared. Sometimes God speaks in simple ways.... A tinfoil tray... grace to know we aren't alone on the journey.
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