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February 6, 2014

Dramatic Script: Samantha (Sep-Dec 2003)

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The following drama was used in a worship setting to illustrate the contemporary truth of Jesus encounter with the woman at the well. The Samaritan woman became Samantha to a modern audience and John 4 came to life in our own terms.

Monologue: [Samantha is a smart (intellectually and in terms of appearance) middle aged single woman. She prides herself on looking significantly younger than she is, in large part due to her tireless trips to the gym, the spa and a “cosmetic surgeon” she has on retainer. She is personable, pleasant and pretty. However, lurking beneath the certainty of her social exterior lies a long list of unanswered questions. Until now.]

(Enters enthusiastically)

Who would have thought? I mean right there in the check out line at Kroger. It was the first SnowBird alert of the season and the threat of frozen precipitation brought everyone to the store at the same time. Of course, there was no milk, bread or toilet paper left. But I was there for something far more important:  my Evian. How can anyone drink that water out of a tap?

I guess that’s what he noticed. Every one else was stocking up on essentials and I was holding my bottle of Evian. I must have looked out of place.

He said, “You must really like water to wait in this line for one bottle.”

I said, “Well, I can tell you pure water is far healthier than milk!”

“I agree with you there,” he said. “In fact, I wish you could enjoy water that never runs out. Water that gives life forever.”

Well, now he was talking my language. Living forever is what really got my attention. I said, “If you could do that, I would sign up for home delivery.”

He asked me if my husband would “sign up” too. I told him I wasn’t married, and I kind of hoped he wasn’t either. But that’s when everything changed.

He said, “I know that about you and the five husbands you have had. In fact, your current roommate isn’t your husband either is he?”

I was stunned. How could he know that about me?  It was like he looked right through my eyes and into my past, my present and my future. No man ever knew me like he knew me instantly. And there were no ulterior motives.  I’ve heard all the lines, and used a few of them myself. But this man was different. He cared about the real me, the one I was afraid to know. Immediately, I trusted him. It was like he was some kind of saint or something. I’ve never known a saint, but if I was ever going to meet one, it would have to be like him.

“What are you, some kind of priest or something?”  I asked.

“You could say that. But I prefer being known as a teacher.”

“Well, you must be a religious teacher then. What denomination are you with?”

That’s when a smile spread across the kindest face I have ever seen. “I kind of see myself as…unaffiliated,” he answered.

“Well then tell me something, which church has got it right?”  I really wanted to hear the answer to that one. I’m so fed up with all the arguments about which rules must be followed and which ones can be ignored, which worship is best and who does it best.

His answer scared me and gave me hope at the same time. He said, “The time is coming, in fact, the time is now, when what you’re called will not matter and where you go to worship will not matter. It’s who you are and the way you live that count before God. Your worship must engage your spirit in the pursuit of truth. God wants honest and true adoration, no more, no less.”

There was something familiar about that and at the same time very foreign to anything I had ever heard. “You know, you sound like…Jesus.”

He smiled that smile again and said, “You said it.”

The check out line had not moved ten feet in all that time. I said, “Would you hold this water while I go get my…friend?  He’s got to meet you.”  Without waiting for an answer, I ran out to the car to get Eric. I tried to explain to him about the amazing man in the store, and finally just said, “C’mon, just meet him.”

It hasn’t been the same since. I never got his name, but I was changed by his message. What do you think?  Could he have been Jesus?

“Samantha” was an accomplished actress in the church whose ability to communicate in contemporary language and dress enabled the church to step “into the picture” John 4.

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