Come, see a man who told me (the Samaritan woman) everything I ever did. Could this be the Messiah?” (John 4:29)


Lord Jesus, this one verse is the perfect invitation into the now-upon-us season of Advent—the story of your coming(s). While we’re still enjoying the things we love most about Thanksgiving, we “slide” right into the sights, sounds, and hope of Christmas. No one better understood the meaning of your first coming than this Samaritan woman (John 4:1–42).

She expected ridicule and judgment, you gave her mercy and kindness. You exposed the depth of her need, that she might drink of the fullness of your provision. In route from the courts of heaven to your cradle, cross, and crown, you brought the reign of grace into the very broken world of her story.

Hallelujah, you do the same for us, Jesus. You came into our world to set us free, not weigh us down—to grace us, not shame us. You know all the ways we too are victims and agents of sin and brokenness. You know the broken cisterns to which we run, and the heart-idols to which we cling. Yet you pursue, welcome, and love us.

Jesus, may we spend the rest of Thanksgiving weekend, and the entirety of Advent, doing exactly as the Samaritan woman wished for us. “Come see a man”—not just any man, but you Jesus—the God-man, the Messiah, our Savior… Creator of all things, Friend of sinners, King of the cosmos… and so much more. Oh come, let us adore you… indeed. So Very Amen.