When Jesus spoke to the woman by the well there was this beautiful progression of thought within their
“Sir, I perceive you are a prophet.”
First, she had a perception. An idea. Of who this man was, and why he was here. The mystery that provoked.
“I know,” she said.
“I know when the Messiah gets here, I’ll be okay.”
So then she had a knowing. First she perceived, and then she knew. Do you understand?
She went home and left the water behind. Why did she leave it?
Was she excited when He said, “I am He”?
She abandoned the reason she went to the well in the first place.
It just wasn’t important any more.
It just held no value.
That water in the well, well damn, it would figure itself out.
I perceive you are a prophet, Sir.