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Re-Imagining the Woman at the Well

February 27, 2012

I love the whole “Gospel of John the Film,” but my one of my favorite sections is the portrayal of Jesus and the Samaritan woman at the well. It made me see this interaction in a whole new way. Watch it and see what you think:


Don’t you love the actress they chose for this part? What about the way she seems skeptical of Jesus at first? I also really became aware for the first time of her role as an evangelist. She brought her whole village to Jesus! 

For more thoughts on this story, see previous post, “What Do You See in Sychar?”

What Do You See in Sychar?

October 15, 2011

One day when Jesus needed a break from the Pharisees’ antics, he left Judea and headed back to Galilee for a while. Instead of taking the typical Jewish route east across the Jordan River and up, he headed due north through Samaria.

As the disciples strolled into the village of Sychar, the alien territory vibes were strong. They looked around and saw a despised race of people who looked different, talked different, and worshipped different. Left to their own devices, the disciples would never have been there at all. Most Jews refused to have anything to do with Samaritans (John 4:9), and the disciples were not yet able to see beyond what their culture told them to see.

Jesus, doing the will of his Father, saw something entirely different in Sychar—something that made his travel route an unquestionable necessity. He saw a field ripe for harvest—a village full of people who were ready to meet a Savior. (Read More)

Mexico, Samaria, and Some Honest Self-Reflection

September 17, 2011

Read an excerpt from the Bible study lesson on the Samaritan woman at the well.

Sisters in Ensenada

My Mexican and American sisters.

This summer once again I found myself halfway up a mountainside overlooking the beautiful Bahía Todos Santos—the Bayof All Saints—enjoying a view many Americans would pay a premium for. 

I wasn’t staying at a seaside resort, however. I was working on a dry, dusty, trash-strewn rural neighborhood situated outside Ensenada in Mexico’s Baja California. The hillside is covered with homes but not the kind most Americans could live in. Many of them are pieced together from scrap wood and tarpaper, with nothing but a thin sheet of fabric for a door. Next to these heartbreaking hovels, the 12 x 16-foot dwellings our mission teams built seem luxurious—even though they still lacked insulation and plumbing. 

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