The glow of the moon leaves cold circles of light on the rooftop of the Pharisee’s home.
He has waited for the darkest part of the night to meet with his guest. He often goes to
great lengths to avoid the prying eyes of self-righteous neighbors.
Eagerly, he converses with the visiting Teacher.
Noon sun beats upon the head of a woman of Samaria.
She has waited for the hottest part of the day to travel to the well. She often goes to
great lengths to avoid the prying eyes of self-righteous neighbors.
Hesitantly, she converses with the visiting Teacher.
“No one can see the kingdom of God without being born again.”
“Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but those who drink the water I give them
will never thirst.”
“No one can enter the kingdom of God without being born of water and the Spirit.
Flesh gives birth to flesh, but the Spirit gives birth to spirit.”
“A time is coming and has now come when the true worshipers will worship the Father in Spirit and in truth.
God is spirit, and his worshipers must worship in Spirit and in truth.”
A warm night breeze rustles the leaves of a nearby olive tree.
“The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from
or where it is going. Whoever believes shall not perish, but have eternal life.”
Cool water laps out of full, earthen jugs onto the cracked, parched ground.
“The water I give will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”
Confusion lies on the brow of Israel’s teacher.
“How can this be? How can anyone be born when they are old?”
An abandoned water jug lies by the side of Jacob’s well.
“Come, see a man who told me everything I ever did.”
Could this be the Messiah?
