Wetting their whistle
Going back to the bucket lady…
She excitedly told her friends and nonfriends, “There’s a guy out at the well who’s been keeping notes on everything I have ever done.”
I wonder if some of the people thought, “Those would be interesting notes to read!”
Then she asked them, “Might this be the Messiah we’ve been waiting for?”
Yet, Jesus had already confirmed to her Who He was.
She didn’t believe Him?
Oh, I think she believed Him plenty.
They wouldn’t believe her?
That’s it.
She knew her reputation would be a stumbling block to the townsfolks—“Who does this loose lady think she is trying to teach us about God?”
So she used the question-asking approach—“What do you all think? Might this guy possibly be the Christ?”
The lady with the soured reputation was one wise woman.
Smarter than we tend to be.
We often try too hard. Too hard to convince people.
She settled for just wetting their thirst.
She considered that an afternoon with the Man who had living water might be enough to make them want to take a drink.
We tend to go for the touchdown, to “win them to Christ” instead of being willing to take a step back and leave it up to the Spirit of God.
She was one wise woman.