Article June 11, 1904 Issue

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with contributions from C. P. Fognani

How often does Christ sit with us on the well-curb, whither some blazing noontide we are gone to draw water. He offers us water of life, and we know him not. We are all absorbed in some trivial question, whether in Gerizim or on Mount Zion men ought to worship. We forget that in a moral life in Sychar there might be abundant opportunity for worship in spirit and in truth. We say with dull devoutness, When Messiah shall come. We think of him coming at some other time than now and in almost any place save here. But he answers, I that speak unto you am he.

And then we must gratefully acknowledge how often in our experience it has happened that we have toiled all night and taken nothing. We were on the point to leave the boat and perhaps to sell the gear and abandon the business forever. Only something Christly in the voice which bids us be faithful once again to duty prevails. And now we are unable to draw the net for the multitude of fishes. In the gray dawn we see figure on the shore to which our hearts cry out as cried the heart of that man whom Jesus loved, "It is the Lord." We have seen him again—in Galilee.

The Congregationalist and Christian World.

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