Where Is Your Bucket by Raymond A. Foss
I remember so clearly, the woman at the well challenging the One with immediate questions, thinking in the now, what she wanted, asked for was ephemeral, fleeting, would evaporate, literally He offered more, so much more but she could not see no more than the Pharisees, the scribes those versed in the law He was new wine, she was an old skin and all she wanted was the bucket, the drink of plain water
October 23, 2007 3:11pm The Samaritan Woman at the well Walk to Emmaus
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