People make attachments, it’s in our nature. Some things that I’m attached to:
- The couch in the tv room.
- The right side of our bed.
- A morning cup of coffee.
- An old pair of slippers.
- The tv in our tv room.
- A New Testament that I’ve used for 42 years.
- Some traditions that I hold sacred.
- Close friends with whom I share spiritual affinities.
- Worship that feels secure, comforting, and expected.
- Certain verses of scripture that reinforce my beliefs.
There are many, many more.
Jesus once spoke to a woman with attachments. He asked her to give him some water from a well. She reacted with surprise, if not shock because men didn’t speak to women in public unless they knew them. She had no idea who he was.
Their conversation moved into the spiritual. When the woman grew uncomfortable, she claimed that the well belonged to the Patriarch Jacob, who was Abraham’s grandson. And in her day, the land they were standing on was Samaritan, not Jewish. To her, the well was a physical manifestation of a sacred heritage.
Consequently, she didn’t need to listen to Jesus. Her faith and religion were well established by Jacob’s well. She was attached to the well, not for its water, but for its spiritual value.
However, he was the Messiah, and when she realized that he was, she went back to her village and told everyone that she had found the Lord’s anointed. She led them to Jesus, and they asked him to stay, and he did, for two days, and many of them believed.
Does it seem silly that she was so spiritually attached to a well? Or is it only a matter of time, place, and culture? Are we connected to anything that defines our faith and spirituality?
- Sitting in the same seat every week.
- An unchanging order of worship.
- Needing to hear specific phrases and words in sermons.
- How we look, what we wear to church.
- An inflexible expectation regarding our traditions.
- Unwillingness to distinguish tradition from the truth.
The woman didn’t wake up that day, knowing she would encounter the Messiah. She went to the well to get some water, but what she really needed couldn’t be carried in a bucket. He gave her living water, springing up from within, a wellspring of the Holy Spirit that would never run dry.