John Chapter Four. You know the story. Jesus and the disciples are going through Samaria and they stop at a well to rest. Jesus meets a woman and talks to her about the Water that will quench her thirst. I thought about what kicked the story off. Why did they stop in the first place?
They stopped to rest, to get some water, maybe something to eat. They were taking a break. They stopped at a… truck stop. So that led to this:
You’re on a trip. It’s two o’clock in the morning. You stop at a truck stop. Not one of those service station/convenience store operations. No, a real truck stop. Like a small city. Hugh eighteen wheelers everywhere. You feel like you could get run over just getting to a parking place. You could get run over and nobody would notice.
You let your spouse out at the door and find a place to park. You go in and go to the restroom. You come out and go over to the counter and sit down next to a three hundred pound trucker with tattoos and a white jump suit unzipped halfway down his chest. You strike up a conversation.
Your spouse comes out of the restroom and looks around. She finds you, edges up to you and whispers in your ear.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m having a conversation.”
She tugs on your sleeve. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
“In just a minute.”
“No, let’s go now. What if somebody from Church saw you?”
So when was the last time you talked to a complete stranger about living water? When was the last time I talked to a complete stranger about living water? I hate it when I do that to myself. I’m the one who would be in and out and on my way. It’s my wife I would find in a deep conversation with a complete stranger. But maybe not a three hundred pound trucker with tattoos and a white jump suit.