Every place has a story.

• Niagara Falls.
• The Grand Canyon.
• The Beaches of Normandy.
• Gettysburg.

Places so soaked in memory that you simply cannot stand there without feeling something … even if nobody ever tells you what happened.  That feeling … is just, there!

You don’t have to read some plaque at Gettysburg to feel the weight of that ground.  Because something inside you just knows.

Same as it is, closer to home.  Every place has a story.

• The hospital waiting room where seconds felt like days.
• The kitchen table where your Daddy told you something you’ve never forgot to this day.
• The front porch where somebody said ‘yes’ … or said ‘no’ … or said ‘goodbye’ for the last time.

But it doesn’t stop there…

Every place has a story.

We drive past places like that every day of our lives and never think twice about them.  Every place we’ve ever stood has held more than dirt and rocks.  Every place has held moments … some of them ordinary … some of them, life changing.

Over the next few weeks, we’re going to take a walk through several of those places.  Places that are tucked inside the pages of Scripture that most of us have read past a gazillion times without ever slowing down long enough to ask what the ground actually witnessed.

• A lonely mountain.
• A borrowed boat.
• A quiet garden.
• A cemetery.

Every one of these places has a story … but here’s what I want us to grab onto before we dive in:  NONE of these stories belong to the places themselves!

Every place that we’re going to visit … points us directly to Jesus.

What we’re going to see, is that ‘every place … is His Story!

And that’s exactly where we’re going to start!

A place so ordinary, you’d really just walk right past it if you weren’t looking for it.

We’re going to a place that we’ve read about many times.  A well, a simple well … outside a little town called Sychar … in a region nobody with any sense wanted to travel through.

I want us to picture something though, for just a minute.

If that well could tell you what it’s seen, it wouldn’t tell you about kings or armies or anything you’d expect to find in a history book.

It would tell you about every day, normal mornings.

Women coming out of the town together in the cool part of the day … laughing … talking … the ordinary rhythm of a simple town that had done the same thing the same way for generations … going all the way back to a man named Jacob who dug that well with his own hands.

It would also tell you about one woman in particular, who started coming out with the other women years before.  Then, over time … something changed.  Now, she never showed up with the others.

Now, she comes alone.  She comes at noon … in the heat … when she could count on being by herself.

And then it would tell you that one day … everything about that pattern of hers, broke.

WHY?  Because … a Jewish Rabbi … tired and thirsty from a road nobody like Him was ever supposed to walk … sat down right there at the edge of that well … at the exact same hour she always showed up … and He waited.

And what happened next at that well didn’t just change one woman’s life … it’s still changing lives … sitting right here in these chairs this morning … some two thousand years later.

So, here’s my question … before we ever open up to John Chapter Four … ‘What’s your well?’

• Where’s the place you’ve arranged your whole schedule around?
• The hour you go … so you won’t run into the people who know your story?
• The routine you’ve built so carefully around avoiding the very thing you need the most?

Because ya’ll, we need to understand something:  He already knows the way to your well.  And He’s not waiting for you to clean up before you get there!

Because He’s already sitting on the edge of it!