The Woman at The Well
Come and read about a woman who changed my life completely
Have you come to draw water at the well? At noon? Water is usually drawn at the crack of dawn; before the fierceness of the sweltering sun cast itself. Who are you hiding from? I hear you are a biracial woman. So am I. You are from Samaria; which makes you half Assyrian and half Jewish.
I am half Egyptian and half Afro-Cuban. But I look like you. I share your olive skin tone, your 70% cacao-colored almond-shaped eyes, tightly coiled hair tendrils which are as dark as an onyx gemstone, and hips wide enough for child-bearing boys who would be heirs someday.
I am watching you… In a movie that is. It is a movie about your Lord named Jesus the Christ. It is Easter Sunday in April, the year is 1998. I am 13 years old. I have snuck out as you did at the well. I waited for my father to go to his second job on the weekend. Very much like you, I grew up in a pagan home. You belonged to the God of your people. But your people served many gods.
I grew up in Islam and also in a religion called Santeria also known as voodoo. I knew not your God. You also knew not your God. I saw you at the well with this man named Jesus. You did not know this man. And I knew not this man as well.
