A Night At The Well: A Modern Day Tale
I had a feeling I should have stayed home. I wanted to…I knew I should have. But I didn’t listen to that inner voice that told me to just rest and relax tonight. No, instead I went to The Well. Have you been there? It is always the place to be. Everyone who is anyone is there. No one bothers you. People like me are able to go in, get blitzed, and leave. No one asks questions. No one notices my protruding belly (in fact, I think they just think I am a little overweight like the girls in too tight clothing!). Nope…they just mind their business and let me mind mine. I loved the place until tonight. I loved that I could just be me.
What happened, you ask? Why am I kneeling out here looking solemn? I will tell you, but I don’t know that you are gonna believe me. You really do, huh? Well, I guess I can give you a few minutes of my time. It isn’t like I can go back inside the place just yet.
See, I was just minding my business doing my usual thing when this man came walking through the door. Dressed differently from the rest of the crowd, spoke differently…heck, just looked different. He wasn’t like the usual guys who come in The Well. He sat down next to me, told me he wanted a drink. I looked at him like he was nuts. Who did he think I was? First of all, I ain’t the kind of girl who just gets up for every man who walks in… okay I see that look in your eyes… who am I kidding? I am not in my current predicament because I sit still, if you know what I mean. Anyway, you get the point…he wasn’t like the others and I didn’t appreciate him walkin’ in and struttin’ up to me like just ‘cause he was different I was gonna bow down or something. Funny thing is, I did. Yup…I did exactly what he said. I ordered him a water (light on the ice) and we started talkin’. ‘Cept this wasn’t one of those usual stories you think about between a handsome man and a beautiful woman. Nope. He started tellin’ me how he could change my life and he’s the one I been looking for all this time. He told me to go get my husband and when I told him I ain’t got no husband, he started in on me talking about how he knew who I been done slept with and how I had been going around town with married men and that the man waiting for me at home wasn’t my husband. Who was he? Shoot. I wasn’t tryin’ to hear what he had to say. I tried to get up and move but then he grabbed my arm…not in a hurtful way, but in a “I really have somethin’ you need to hear” kind of way. I tell him that he ain’t no savior and there ain’t nothin’ he gots to say that I want to hear. So I walked by out here to think. He’s in there waitin’ – I see him through that window.
I told you it was kind of strange. Thank you for the invite to go back in but I am not ready to go in just yet. I am still thinkin’ about what that man said to me. I think I am gonna take a walk and cool my head.
Oh hey there. You out strollin’ for the night? No, I haven’t knocked yet. I am just sittin’ here thinking about my life. Thanks for askin’. How about you? Why you out in this part of town? I didn’t realize there was any work open this time of night ‘cept the bars downtown. I had to leave there after this man done approached me and told me how he was gonna save my life tonight. It’s how I ended up on these here church steps. I couldn’t find anywhere else I wanted to go. I just wanted to be here on these steps thinking about the words the man said. Yes, sir, I do believe I saw him walk this way a little while ago.
Yes sir, I spoke with several people between The Well and here and they all figured I was lying, as usual. I mean, I may not be the most truthful girl, but I wouldn’t lie about what happened tonight. I believe that man may be all that he said he was. I believe that I feel different than when I walked in that bar tonight. I don’t want to go home to my boyfriend. I don’t want to live like I been living. I want to taste some more of what that man was speaking to me and I figured if he was telling the truth, then this is where I needed to come. Oh yes, I do believe I remember you calling and inviting us to come. It is nice to finally meet you in person, Pastor. Can we talk a bit about what happened and can you help me tell others about this amazin’ event? I want to change my life. I am ready to stop livin’ like I been livin’ and give my baby the right life. Yes, sir, I do believe that man was telling me the truth that he is the one who can do it. Yes sir, I am really here because I followed him.
A Spoken Word Interpretation of The Woman at the Well
A Musical Interpretion of the Well's Meaning
A Short Explanation
I have always wondered what the woman at the well might look like today, in our fast-paced, attention grabbing society. If the same story from John 4:1-28 was to occur in the 21st century, what might it look like, and what if it were told through her eyes instead of in third person? This was my idea of what the story would look like as told by a modern day woman at the well. What did you think?