“Drop YOUR bucket.” I’m not sure how to describe it, but I heard God utter those words. It was not a shout, or even a command, it was more like a whisper that bounced around my head, my heart, and my soul.
I found myself reading the account in scriptures of a woman from Samaria. John, chapter 4, recounts the event. Jesus stops by a well to rest. His disciples have gone into the city to buy food. As He is resting a woman comes to the well with her bucket. A lot happens in these verses, so here is a far less than definitive overview of events:
- Jesus asks for water(since she has a bucket and all), she expresses her shock that He, a JEW, would ask that of her, a Samaritan.(seems Jews did not think much of the Samaritans).
- Jesus goes on to engage her in conversation concerning everything from her scandalous marriage record (5 exes and currently cohabitating, yet unmarried, to another man) to where one should worship and whom.
- Jesus lets her know He is fully aware of her life choices (and still considers her worthy of His time and effort), He also declares to her that He is the Messiah she and her people have been waiting for, “I who speak to you am He..” vs26.
- The next thing you know, she drops her bucket and heads back into town.
“So the woman left her water pot and went into the city…” She told the men in the city, “Come, see a man who told me all the things I have done; this is not the Christ, is it?”
I can’t shake the image of her water bucket, carelessly left behind. It is no small thing. She had a plan for her day. Her visit to the well was intentional. She planned to collect water to meet her needs…but Jesus had other plans…better plans. His plans did not require her bucket. Instead the bucket, evidence of what she once thought was of most importance, probably laid on its side, collecting windblown sand.
Her encounter with Christ compelled her to abandon her bucket. If this truly was the Messiah, as she was inclined to believe, then she had more important things to do. She left her bucket and went to tell others about this man. They followed her back to the well.
“And from that city many of the Samaritans believed in Him because of the word of the woman who testified…”vs39
“Drop Your bucket” There, again…creeping into my thoughts. “I have a bucket?” I asked myself. (and yes, I actually asked myself this out loud and am thankful no one else was around)
I do have a bucket. I have a plan. I have expectations for my life and the lives of those around me. I am intentionally trying to meet my needs and the needs of others. My hands hold on, white knuckled even, to ideas, hopes and dreams… “Drop your bucket”
His plans for me do not require fulfillment of my ideas, hopes and dreams. His plan requires me to drop them aside, like the discarded bucket at the well.
So, 2016…this is me, dropping my bucket and looking to God for His direction, provision and purpose.
If you have not met my Jesus yet, I want to invite you to come “back to the well” with me. I have some stuff to share with you about Him!