Daily Reverie

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A Humble Sort of Love… August 30, 2010

Filed under: Christian Life — Lauren @ 3:03 PM

I’ve never been the sort of person that looked for approval from others, but I had someone at work today, find out that I was a Christian and they said “Really?! You seem so nice and normal and non-judgmental. I’ve never met a Christian that I actually liked and wanted to be friends with.” I don’t show my faith off or try and preach to everyone I know. I just try and build relationships with those around me. In fact, I know a lot of Christians that don’t really agree with my way of thinking. Especially my whole, PEACE-LOVE-HAPPINESS- go-green-and-recycle-all-the-while-washing-my-hair-with-baking soda-and-vinegar and wearing peace symbols because I’m pretty much a hippie mind set. To that I have to say… Jesus would be green, and recycle. Deal with it.


This got me thinking. At first I thought “Well, maybe I’m not being a good enough Christian, if they think I’m “normal” and “cool.”‘ My second thought was “What kind of crappy Christians do you know?” And then I started thinking about Jesus. About the REAL Jesus of the Bible and how the non-Christians of His time liked Jesus. (Well…most of them). Because He was normal. In Isaiah 53, it says that Jesus had nothing about him that set him apart from other people. Or at least portrayed Himself as normal, and came down to the level of the people that He spent time with, and made them feel important as individuals. He built relationships with them, and loved them for who they were. Because He knew that each person was specially created.

Take the woman at the well for example. John 4:7-26
When a Samaritan woman came to draw water, Jesus said to her, “Will you give me a drink?” (His disciples had gone into the town to buy food.)

The Samaritan woman said to him, “You are a Jew and I am a Samaritan woman. How can you ask me for a drink?” (For Jews do not associate with Samaritans.)

10Jesus answered her, “If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water.”

“Sir,” the woman said, “you have nothing to draw with and the well is deep. Where can you get this living water? Are you greater than our father Jacob, who gave us the well and drank from it himself, as did also his sons and his flocks and herds?”

Jesus answered, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”

The woman said to him, “Sir, give me this water so that I won’t get thirsty and have to keep coming here to draw water.”

He told her, “Go, call your husband and come back.”

“I have no husband,” she replied.

Jesus said to her, “You are right when you say you have no husband. The fact is, you have had five husbands, and the man you now have is not your husband. What you have just said is quite true.”

“Sir,” the woman said, “I can see that you are a prophet. Our fathers worshiped on this mountain, but you Jews claim that the place where we must worship is in Jerusalem.”

Jesus declared, “Believe me, woman, a time is coming when you will worship the Father neither on this mountain nor in Jerusalem. You Samaritans worship what you do not know; we worship what we do know, for salvation is from the Jews. Yet a time is coming and has now come when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth, for they are the kind of worshipers the Father seeks. God is spirit, and his worshipers must worship in spirit and in truth.”

The woman said, “I know that Messiah” (called Christ) “is coming. When he comes, he will explain everything to us.”

Then Jesus declared, “I who speak to you am he.”

WOW! I can’t even imagine how this woman felt. The passage goes on to say that the disciples (who were continually questioning Jesus’ actions, and were probably embarrassed by him at times…), asked Jesus what he was doing with her. In today’s lingo, it probably would have sounded something like “Jesus, what the heck are you doing? We can’t be seen with her! She’s not as cool as us!”

This woman, who no one associated with, because she was a Samaritan and had a long past of sin, was being talked to by the Messiah! The savior. And he accepted her. All of her. The good, bad and the terribly ugly parts of who she was, with no question asked. He reached out to her when no one would. Even the people from her very own community. Back in the day, people would go to get water early in the morning or in the evening when it was cool. She went out in the middle of the day, when she knew no one else would be there because she didn’t want to be condemned.

That’s when Jesus chose to visit her. When no one else would even bother to look her way. THAT IS SO COOL. And I know the awesome feeling she must have felt, because Jesus found me, when everyone else had alienated me.

I want to be normal. I want to be a good person. I want to be a part of the world and not of it. I was to be different, so that people notice that I am not like everyone else. But I don’t want to condemn others, because in reality… I’m not better than the worst “sinner,” the cruelest murder, or the street walked standing on the corner right now.

. We ALL have sin…including me. The only difference is that I am forgiven, and I am forgiven because someone cared enough to reach out to me when I could have cared less about God. When I thought the idea of Jesus and being a Christian was the stupidest thing I had ever heard of. Someone showed me the same love that Jesus did to the Samaritan woman.

GOOD SONG —> My Jesus by Todd Agnew <—-


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