The Well

It was a small well, tucked in beside the road, and used for many generations before. It probably still stands on some road not often traveled by tourist just outside of Jerualem today. Zebedee, not the one of Biblical fame, approached and began to draw water. While he was doing so, another man, well known to him from years of aquantance, came around the bend from Jerusalem and sat down at a convenient place. It was their custom to greet each other warmly, and to talk of various things whenever they met, which was often at this well.

“Shalom, Zebedee!”
“It’s been some time since we met here, Andrew.” This Andrew was not the one we are familiar with, but a simple farmer who often went to Jerusalem to transact business of various types.
“And much has happened. Barrabas tried to start a revolt, and has been taken into Roman custody.”
“Well…. He’s always been something of a hothead, I think. You should’ve seen the people going out to see John in the desert! Has it been that long since we talked?”
“I’m afraid so, Zebedee…. So, many people thought that John might be the one, they say. He didn’t seem to fit the prophecies, though.”
“Those prophecies are so hard to understand. Every now and then we read through them in the Synagog, but I can’t ever figure out what they are talking about.”
“Have you ever thought them through and tried to understand what they are saying?”
“No, Andrew. Why would I? What practical application do they have in my life? They can’t atone for my sins, like the sacrifices can. They don’t make me a better Jew, do they? If you put ten Rabbis in a room, you’ll get eleven different interpretations of what each one of those things mean.”
“Yes, well, that much is true. They are hard to understand. Even people who study them for years, and study the writings of all the Rabbis seem to be confused over them. I wonder why they are part of the Synagog reading?”
“So, Andrew, what do you think of this Jesus fellow?”
“Well, some are saying he’s the Chosen One, and others are saying he isn’t. He badly embarrassed the Sadducees on some question involving the resurrection yesterday, I heard—they say he teaches with authority.”
“Yes…. And they say he heals many, and performs exciting miracles.”
“Well, I’m certain the Rabbis will decide soon enough if he is the one. How could I ever know?”
“I should be on my way, Andrew—I have my family waiting on me, and a lot to do! It never seems to slow down, does it?”
“No, this is true. Shalom.”

For anyone who doesn’t get the ‘point’ of this modern day parable set in a time when Jesus walked the roads of Jerusalem, it is this: If you don’t know the prophecies, you can’t know if the person who claims to be God is really God. If you don’t know how Jesus said He would return, or what the signs would be of that return, how will you know it is really Him? Remember the lesson of those who should’ve known the Scriptures, and recognized Him, the first time. We can be smug and say we would be smarter, but would we?

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