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Two Tombstones: The Story of the Samaritan Woman
Max Lucado
Author, Cast of Characters
Jesus, tired from the long walk, sat wearily beside the well about noontime. Soon a Samaritan woman came to draw water, and Jesus said to her, “Please give me a drink.”
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?” Jesus replied, “If you only knew the gift God has for you and who you are speaking to, you would ask me, and I would give you living water.”
"But sir, you don’t have a rope or a bucket,” she said, “and this well is very deep. Where would you get this living water? And besides, do you think you’re greater than our ancestor Jacob, who gave us this well? How can you offer better water than he and his sons and his animals enjoyed?”
Jesus replied, “Anyone who drinks this water will soon become thirsty again. But those who drink the water I give will never be thirsty again. It becomes a fresh, bubbling spring within them, giving them eternal life.”
“Please, sir,” the woman said, “give me this water! Then I’ll never be thirsty again, and I won’t have to come here to get water.”
“Go and get your husband,” Jesus told her.
“I don’t have a husband,” the woman replied.
Jesus said, “You’re right! You don’t have a husband—for you have had five husbands, and you aren’t even married to the man you’re living with now. You certainly spoke the truth!”
“Sir,” the woman said, “you must be a prophet.”. . .
“I know the Messiah is coming—the one who is called Christ. When he comes, he will explain everything to us. ”Then Jesus told her, “I Am the Messiah!”....
The woman left her water jar beside the well and ran back to the village, telling everyone, “Come and see a man who told me everything I ever did! Could he possibly be the Messiah?”
{John 4:6 – 7, 9 – 1 9 , 2 5 – 2 6 , 2 8 – 2 9 n l t }
Two Tombstones
I had driven by the place countless times. Daily I passed the small plot of land on the way to my office. Daily I told myself, Someday I need to stop there.
Today, that “someday” came. I convinced a tight-fisted schedule to give me thirty minutes, and I drove in.
The intersection appears no different from any other in San Antoni a Burger King, a Rodeway Inn, a restaurant. But turn northwest, go under the cast-iron sign, and you will find yourself on an island of history that is holding its own against the river of progress.
The name on the sign? Locke Hill Cemetery.
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believe82
10/17/2008 12:40 AM
This was a particularly meaningful article to me. I have to write to someone who is not feeling as if she is wanted, needed or loved. She has given so much to so many and her health is not good. She is in constant pain and is depressed. She has lived her life in a manner thatis a statement of her belief in god. I know that she feels that what she has given has not been returned and she questions the love of her children based on their behavior. so the epitaph on the Smith tombstone is something that both of us have lived. My children are grown too but they do at times show their love and respect for me. I wish there was a way to send her this piece to cheer her on her way tomorrow morning. She is in need of a spirit lifting word. I know that she will not be able to access this if I write and tell her about it. Nor would she open it unless it comes in under my e-mail address.
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m1l2n
10/11/2008 11:10 AM
I love this Story and Max always puts your mind to thinking. Max is truly bless with words to help bring people to Christ and to emrich our minds with what God wants us to learn. Thank You for all the work that yall do. God Bless, Monty
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