I AM A SAMARITAN
Today's reading: John 3-4
"The woman was surprised, for Jews refuse to have anything to do with Samaritans. She said to Jesus, You are a Jew, and I am a Samaritan woman. Why are you asking me for a drink?" John 4:9 NLT
I'm not Samaritan by race or nationality, but I get where this gal was coming from when she questioned Jesus' kindness towards her.
You see, He has been too kind to me--considering how very much He knows about me.
Some mornings when the moonbeams shine through the miniblinds onto the bedspread, I have to ask--Why would You do that for me, Lord? I did nothing but complain about yesterday--and now this blessing?
Some times while sitting in my prayer chair and He spreads open His Word and points out something grand and glorious and brilliant for me to see and ponder and write about. Why would He share that with me? Who am I that He would unwrap that gift? Wouldn't someone else be more eloquent? More educated? More understanding of its value?
Some days when I forget how very much He has forgiven me and I feel pressed and stretched and put out to forgive another of their minor infractions against me? Why would He have done all that for me
Some evenings when, only by His grace, I can stand and try to make the choice between what to cook for supper by what's bountifully filling my fridge? Why would He have blessed me so abundantly when I have forgotten too many times to thank Him?
Some days when I am paid a compliment of godly value and don't know how to respond. Because I know, boy do I know, how I've failed to mention my Father in my words of that day--or that week. Why would He still allow Himself to be seen in me?
I know how the Samaritan gal felt as she questioned the fact that He even spoke to her that day. I get it, I really and truly do!
Do you?
