{"id":1002,"date":"2019-02-08T12:55:52","date_gmt":"2019-02-08T17:55:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/read.whitefire-publishing.com\/?p=1002"},"modified":"2020-06-01T09:06:53","modified_gmt":"2020-06-01T13:06:53","slug":"alone-the-woman-at-the-well","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/whitefire-publishing.com\/read\/alone-the-woman-at-the-well\/","title":{"rendered":"Alone The Woman at the Well"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-media-text alignwide\"><figure class=\"wp-block-media-text__media\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" src=\"http:\/\/read.whitefire-publishing.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Divi_Feature_Images\/Alone.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-67\" srcset=\"https:\/\/readmedia.s3.amazonaws.com\/read\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/23135738\/Alone.png 500w, https:\/\/readmedia.s3.amazonaws.com\/read\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/23135738\/Alone-300x200.png 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/figure><div class=\"wp-block-media-text__content\">\n<h3 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Alone The Woman at the Well<\/h3>\n\n\n\n<p>by&nbsp;<a href=\"https:\/\/www.whitefire-publishing.com\/authors\/golden-keyes-parsons\/\">Golden Keyes Parsons<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Marah\u2019s life has been difficult. Her father died when she was three, and a succession of men began the parade through her life\u2014men who disappointed and abused her. Her heart withers away. Her youth fades. She did what she had to do to survive. There is no joy or freshness in her life, until that day at the well of Sychar when a stranger from Galilee asks her for a drink of water. What she had thirsted for all of her life is showered upon her in that brief meeting.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class='et-learn-more clearfix'>\n\t\t\t\t\t<h3 class='heading-more'>Dear Reader, <span class='et_learnmore_arrow'><span><\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class='learn-more-content'><p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>This\nseries about nameless women in Scripture has been in my heart for 30 years. I\nwrote the first book about the adulterous woman approximately that long ago. I\nwas an amateur writer then and made many mistakes on the technical side of the\ncraft, but the story was there. And I kept pitching the idea to publishers and\neditors, but at that time the popularity of biblical fiction was waning. Or\nmore well-known authors had a series out there that was too similar. For\nwhatever reason, publishers were not interested. But the series wouldn\u2019t let me\ngo. It seemed interesting to me that some of the major encounters Jesus had in\nhis ministry were with women, and that those women were not even named in the\naccounts. However, they were important enough to be included in the canon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In the\nmeantime, I got a contract for another series, based on my <a class=\"wpil_keyword_link\" href=\"https:\/\/whitefire-publishing.com\/read\/?s=family\" title=\"family\">family<\/a> genealogy in\n17<sup>th<\/sup> century France, the Darkness to Light series, and subsequently\npublished a Civil War novel set in Texas, <em>His Steadfast Love<\/em>. One day\nvia a writers email loop I learned that WhiteFire Publishing was interested in\nbiblical fiction. My agent pitched it to them. They bought the series and they\nare now reality.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I hope\nyou will find touchstones in these stories that will ring true to you as a\nwoman. Jesus broke many cultural and social mores of the day to relate to\nwomen\u2014women who felt trapped by laws and tradition; those who needed\nforgiveness; some who had been abused. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>May the\nOne who has our names engraved on the palm of His hand minister to you through\nthese novellas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Blessings,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 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He sat on the edge\nof Jacob\u2019s well in the blistering heat and watched as I walked toward him.\nUndecided, I turned and looked back in the direction of the village.<\/em> <em>The man was a Jew. He wore the tallit of a\nJewish rabbi. What was a Jewish rabbi doing in Samaria? A younger man stood by\nhis side. Perhaps I should return later. I didn\u2019t care to encounter the\nupturned noses and sneering lips.<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Marah\nhesitated, the afternoon sun beating down upon her. They needed water, and\nMarah chose to come to this particular well at this particular time of day to\navoid the gossipy women from Sychar, their frowns and whispers.She lowered the water pot to her hip\nand shielded her eyes from the the sun\u2019s glare. He stared back at her. She\nexpected him to rise and turn his back. However, the smallest hint of a smile\ntugged at the corners of his mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Dust\nswirled around her feet as she veered to the right to go around the strangers. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWould you give me a\ndrink?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Startled,\nMarah nearly dropped her water pot. A Jewish man speaking to a Samaritan\nwoman\u2014and in public? She glanced about to see if anyone was watching. Beads of\nperspiration formed on her upper lip.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou\u2019re safe. No one\nelse is around. My friends have gone into town to purchase food for us to eat.\nThey left us here\u2026\u201d He motioned to the young man with him. \u201cJohn and myself.\u201d\nHe stood. \u201cYou come to this well to avoid the accusations of the other women. It\nhurts you. I am sorry for that, Marah.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Her\nbreath caught in her throat. Her heart thudded. How did he know her name? She\nwas certain she had never met this man. She knew the lecherous glances, scorn,\nand mocking eyes that passed judgment on her as she walked through the streets\nof the village. Those lying, hypocritical lips that would form words of vulgar\npropositions. Pious, pompous, prideful men. She hated them. But this man was\nnot one of the men from the village. This man seemed different. How did he know\nshe had been the object of scorn her whole life, as far back as she could\nremember?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>~*~<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Marah\u2019s\nmother\u2019s screams echoed in her head as her earliest memories. She was three\nyears old. Her\nbaby brother, Benjamin, stirred in his sleep, flailed his tiny fists in the\nair, and started to cry. At first she thought the cries were his, but then she\nrealized the wails came from her mother across the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Marah\ncovered her ears, but the shrieks wouldn\u2019t stop. Her mother rushed out the\nfront door into the night\u2014still screaming. Marah rubbed her eyes and peered\nthrough the darkness. What looked like a bundle of clothing lay in the middle\nof her parents\u2019 pallet. No, that wasn\u2019t clothing. It was her papa. Why was he\nbunched up like that? She crawled over the hard dirt floor and shook his\nshoulder. \u201cPapa? Papa, wake up.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But Papa\ndidn\u2019t wake up. He didn\u2019t move. He lay very, very still.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>~*~<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Beautiful,\ncurly brown hair tousled over Phoebe\u2019s head, and dark inquisitive eyes peered\nat Marah. Her mother had married a distant cousin with two younger boys and a\nbaby girl less than a year old. Obed was a widower whose wife had died birthing\nPhoebe. What Marah remembered about him was that he yelled at her. He yelled at\nher brother. He yelled at her mother. He yelled at everybody. Nobody could ever\nplease him. They were always in his way. Dinner was not hot enough or spicy\nenough. The baby kept him awake. The boys were too noisy. And he would bellow,\nsending the children scurrying for cover.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Then her\nmother had died in childbirth, along with the baby, and Obed expected Marah to\ntake care of all the younger ones. She was only ten years old when he went to a\nneighboring village one day and left her in charge of the children. The baby\nwas fretful, so she carried her around on her hip most of the afternoon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;Phoebe seemed to sense all was not\nwell, and her protestations emerged in continual whimpers. Marah broke the hard\ncrusts of bread that Obed had left and gave pieces to the children for the noon\nmeal. She poured goat\u2019s milk into a bowl to soften the bread, while passing\nPhoebe back and forth from one arm to another. Every time Marah put her down,\nshe cried and held her arms up. \u201cMa-a, Ma-a.\u201d She couldn\u2019t say her name\ncorrectly, so it came out almost like \u201cIma.\u201d <em>Mother<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Marah\nlooked down to check on the boys who were playing happily in the dirt beside\nthe stable under the living quarters. The three boys looked like stair steps\nwhen they stood shoulder to shoulder\u2014Benjamin, Noah, and Asher, her brother the\noldest at seven, the other two five and three. They played together as typical\nboys did, rough and tumble, even the three-year-old, but at the moment they\nseemed fascinated by a hole they were digging in the dirt. Asher held a piece\nof a broken pottery bowl into which Benjamin and Noah spooned the dirt they\ncollected. Then Asher would take it to the corner of the stable where he dumped\nit into a burgeoning mound. What fascinated them about transferring dirt from\none place to another escaped her, but at least they were entertaining themselves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Marah\nfinally coaxed Phoebe to lie down for a nap by curling up beside her. The next\nthing she knew, Obed stood over her, blustering as he jerked her up by her arm.\n\u201cYou lazy, good-for-nothing urchin! Sleeping while you were supposed to be\nwatching my children. Where are the boys? Where are they?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>His\nwine-infused breath assaulted her nostrils as he dragged her to the door.\n\u201cWhere are they?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2013I don\u2019t know. They\nwere playing there in the dirt just a moment ago.\u201d Marah ran outside and\npointed down to the hole beside the stable. The pile of dirt they were\nconstructing at the corner had grown into a recognizable wall around miniature\nhouses. In spite of the \u201cObed threat,\u201d she paused to think, <em>How creative<\/em>. The empty bowl lay on its\nside, but no boys were in sight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Obed\npulled her back inside, shouting, spraying spittle over her face. \u201cJust a\nmoment ago? How long have you been asleep? You don\u2019t really know, do you?\u201d He\nraised his hand and brought it across Marah\u2019s face. Pain exploded in her cheek,\nand her head flew to the side, wrenching her neck. The attack knocked her into\nthe table and chairs behind her. A chair fell onto the pallet where Phoebe sat,\nrubbing her eyes as she began to fuss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Obed\npulled Marah up by the shoulder of her robe and slapped her again and again\nuntil everything turned fuzzy\u2014and then black. When she roused from the beating,\nPhoebe was climbing over her, howling. Obed staggered outside and down the\nstairway, roaring for his sons. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She\nbreathed a sigh of relief when she heard the sound of their feet hitting the\ndry, packed earth as they came running from behind the house. She picked Phoebe\nup, stepped out the door, and looked down. The boys came to a halt at the\ncorner of the house, dust flying. They carried branches of a nearby palm tree\nin their arms. Their eyes widened as they stopped and stared at Obed. Asher\ndropped his little stack of palm fronds, and his chin started to quiver. He\nducked behind Benjamin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhere were you? Where\nhave you been?\u201d Obed lurched down the steps waving his arms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Benjamin\nstuck out his chest and stepped forward. \u201cWe\u2013we, uh\u2014we were building a fortress\nand needed some\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Obed\ninterrupted the boy with a slap to his shoulder that knocked him to the ground.\nHe swung at Noah, but the agile child bobbed aside and avoided the blow, which\nthrew Obed off-balance. The veins in the man\u2019s neck bulged, and his face grew\npurple with rage. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Benjamin\nscrambled to his feet and stepped in between his stepfather and the two younger\nbrothers. \u201cRun! Run to Lois\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Noah and\nAsher dropped their branches and ran out of harm\u2019s way toward the neighbor\u2019s\nhouse. Asher stopped and looked back as Obed began to beat Benjamin with one of\nthe branches that had fallen to the ground. Marah ran into the house and\nhuddled in the corner with Phoebe until Benjamin\u2019s cries ceased. All was quiet\nexcept for the boy\u2019s sniffling as he came inside. Marah reached out her arms,\nand he crumpled into them, all three of them trembling and sniveling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Benjamin.\nThis is my fault.\u201d Marah wiped the dirt streaked with sweat from his face and\nhis bloody nose with the corner of her robe. \u201cI fell asleep with Phoebe. I\u2019m so\nsorry.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s not your fault.\u201d\nThis brave seven-year-old, far more mature than his years, tried to comfort\nher. A seven-year-old and a ten-year old attempting to protect each other. It\nwasn\u2019t right. 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Her father died when she was three, and a succession of men began the parade through her life\u2014men who disappointed and abused her. Her heart withers away. Her youth fades. She did what she had to do to survive. 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