by Jane Kretschmann
My dear grandmother in Christ, I hope that you will not find me presumptious in addressing you thus, for a feel a special closeness to you, even though we have never met. Yes, neither of us was a Jew, but more importantly, we share a testimony to the truth of the one Messiah. How I envy you for having conversed with him, even giving him a drink of water from Jacob’s well. I have heard the reports of your conversation, how Jesus taught you about “living water,” but I long to know so much more. What was he like, his presence, his behavior? Though your encounter occurred almost thirty years ago, I am sure you recall it well. Did Jesus have a twinkle in his eyes as he teased you—kindly, I am sure—about your lack of a husband? I wonder if he likewise would have teased me, as I too was without a husband when I was baptised. And do you believe that the living water Jesus spoke of was our mother, the Holy Spirit? I ask because once you received it, you were so quick to believe and to spread the word and to tell of your meeting. My dear one, you alone by your testimony may have been responsible for the conversion of a host of your fellows and sisters.
Jane K. Kretschmann of Piqua, Ohio, retired English professor from Edison State Community College, has work in print and online and broadcast on radio. Her chapbook, Imagining a Life, was published by FootHills Publishing. Recently, her poems appeared in Gyroscope Review, Mock Turtle Zine, NFSPS Encore 2022, and OPA Best of 2022. Edison premiered her readers’ theater Lynching Alabama. Jane participated in Poetry at Hayner: a Mosaic of Voices. The selections in this submission are from her series The Epistles of Lydia of Thyatira, the seller of purple from Acts 16.