It Was Never About the Water
It Was Never About the Water
By Dr. Shawn Michael Greener
© 2025 Shawn M. Greener. All rights reserved.
She came with shame in morning heat,
An empty jar, worn-out feet.
Five broken vows behind her name,
Another man, but still the same.
She sought the stream to soothe her thirst,
But in her soul, the drought was worse.
He sat there still, not drawing near
Yet knew her story, every tear.
It was never about the water,
Not the well, not the clay.
It was truth she came to carry,
It was love that found a way.
Living streams that can’t be bottled,
Grace that breaks the jar apart…
It was never about the water,
It was always ’bout the heart.
She questioned law, and mountain sides,
Spoke of Jacob, tribal pride.
But He spoke words that shook her soul
Of Spirit-worship, made her whole.
He peeled the layers off her shame,
And whispered softly, “I Am He.”
The one her people dared to dream,
Was speaking peace and prophecy.
It was never about the water,
Not the bucket or the stone.
It was heaven come to meet her,
Though she thought she was alone.
It was joy she couldn’t carry,
So she ran back through the town…
It was never about the water,
It was mercy pouring down.
Leave the jar. Let the burden fall.
Grace has come. The Shepherd calls.
Truth flows deeper than the spring,
From the lips of Heaven’s King.
To the outcast, to the least
He brings living water, not a feast.
Not for thirst of mouth or hand,
But for souls too dry to stand.
It was never about the water,
Or the shame she tried to hide.
It was covenant restored,
By the Well that never dries.
It was hope that spilled like rivers,
When forgiveness wrote her part…
It was never about the water,
It was always ’bout the heart.
Shawn M. Greener, MTh., D.I.S., DPTh.
I am just a beggar who found Bread, helping other hungry beggars to find Him too. My life has certainly been complex and I my halo has many dents. Heschel said; "Something Sacred hangs in the balance of every moment." I live like it. I teach like it.
As a person who survived a fatal 92 mph vs 51 mph head on crash, after dying and re-animating, and surviving several other brushes with death, my perspective is, let's say, unique. I haven't always been a theologian and I'm living REAL life, just like you... I have my hurts, habits and hangups too.
I've learned a few very important things along the way that I'm confident you'll find useful... butter for the Gluten free Bread so to speak.. Oh, you may chuckle or full on snort along the way, but you might also shed a few tears... Faith for LIFE... That's how it happens.
376 — The Man Who Carries Fire
