In part one, I talked about Rebekah going to the well and meeting a man who’d been sent to find a wife to the son of the wealthiest man alive. It’s written that the women went to the well at a particular hour of the day, hence it shouldn’t surprise us much when Rebekah comes down. The setting was preordained by God.
Before even Rebekah was born, God set a culture for the women, with her in mind, knowing that one day, it’ll be like a usual chore, and yet — it was going to be a change in the course of her history.
This teaches me that great events in history might not necessarily be by accident, but fruits of consistency or discipline. Let me allude to this;
I was gifted a journal in 2014. I didn’t know I needed it, but from then on I began journaling — writing things that happen through my days: Verses here and there, disappointments here and there, testimonies hither and thither and so on.
In 2018, a preacher came to our home as he always did every once a holiday. One time as we prayed, he looked threateningly into my eyes. I was scared but I had to be brave for those few minutes. And I had been around Godly people long enough to notice that a prophecy was about to come forth:
“I see you on a plane around this same time next year.”
That was it. It was exciting, seeing that none in my nuclear family had been on plane before. Here in Africa, stepping on a plane is an event worth celebrating. Firstly because it’s expensive and secondly, it meant someone was breaking through national boundaries, causing pride to the family.
I journaled what happened that day, and soon forgot all about it. One year down the road, I had enrolled for a discipleship class that required all of us to attend a leadership conference abroad by plane. At some point, I nearly gave up as the sponsorship was private. It was a week left and the dimes seemed to be playing hide and seek with me.
As I fasted and prayed one evening, God made my 2018 journal shine before my eyes. I took it out and flipped through the pages one by one as my mouth continued to blubber in tongues. And there it was: the prophecy from that man.
“I see you on a plane around this same time next year.”
I jumped up and down as I knew that God had seen this coming. And I rested in faith knowing that He could supply every need. And every need, He did supply.
My well in this case was journalling. Like Rebekah, it had become a habit; though it’s not exciting to do always. In Africa we’ve also had times to go to the well. Trust me no one goes ‘tambourining’ down to the well. It’s one of those chores you can’t wait to get over with! But at some point, it has purpose to it, so your attitude changes. If the authorities are upgrading something and say the water is cut off so long that the reserve tanks run out, we need to shower and feed — so we all go down the well willingly.
Rebekah must have felt the same way at some point; but when we say ‘it has to be done,’ the will will acquiesce (or yield). And it’s that journalling that ensured I didn’t miss that prophetic word.
What if I hadn’t written it down? Perhaps none in my family would have flown out until now! It’s the well of writing then, that ensured that destiny change.
One time I was sharing with some brothers about this same issue, and someone pointed out the eunuch from Ethiopia in Acts 8:27 (till the end). He was reading Isaiah when Philip asked sincerely if he understood what he read. The eunuch negated, and so Philip preached to him, and baptized him, leaving him having received Jesus as his personal Lord and savior.
My friend said, ” What are the odds that the eunuch was reading the holy scriptures for the very first time? It must be that he had been reading several portions other days. Perhaps he read the psalms which were easy to grasp… and then he stumbled upon Isaiah this time around! This was a well he must have been attending to, or developed the discipline to come to — and then Philip found him, and led him through the prayer of salvation.”
I was dumbfounded!
Note that God sent Philip on the account that the eunuch needed an interpreter or guide to what he wasn’t understanding. It was like a conversation starter for Philip — leading to the salvation. If the eunuch didn’t have this ‘well’ how would Philip have approached him when their chariots met?
“Hello, God sent me…?”
It’d have been weird. But the scriptures in between set the stage for the greater miracle.
I as well remember when I was a babe spiritually. There were some books of the Bible I just flipped over not bothering to tarry around for even a second longer. This must have been the eunuch’s dilemma too. But now, I’ve acquainted myself so much to the Spirit that He can teach me from anywhere.
That doesn’t disqualify the fact that in the struggle to understand, the eunuch’s destiny was changed. And who knows; perhaps he went on to be the Philip to many other Ethiopians back in his home country. Or even to the queen he served. That could mean salvation of an entire nation — all because a man was faithful to a well: the well of attending to God’s word even if some things didn’t make sense!
I now turn to you;
What well is before you?
What well has God requested you to go to?
Be it deep in the valley of the shadow of death, keep descending to it. Destinies of nations are depending on it!
Grace be multiplied unto you.
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Colossians 3:23 Whatever may be your task, work at it heartily (from the soul), as [something done] for the Lord and not for men,
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