The Beauty Queen Who’d Divorced Five Times, Later Lived With Her Boyfriend

She was a beauty to behold. Most men in and around the village where she grew-up swarm over one another to seek her date for outing – and despite the endowments God gave to her, she couldn’t stay in a marriage.

As a rising sun in a cloudy Israeli hamlet where she spent her teenage life; she had emerged a beauty queen in one of the beauty pageants.

Realising the fact that God had actually favoured her with good look; appealing front view and beckoning back view, she settled for an exchange business and made herself available for any man with the highest bid and before she had reached her major age, she was swept away by a money changer who lavished much gold on her – so, she settled down to be a wife before realising the much prices to be paid to be a businessman’s wife – and she got tired of the relationship, filed for a divorce and went for another man, a wealthy goldsmith.

With the second marriage running into a third anniversary, most people – including her siblings thought she had stayed glued to her heartthrob, blamed the former husband for the divorce until she started complaining of how boring her new husby was.

Some few weeks after her third anniversary, she filed for another divorce and went away to Arabia with a Sheikh who added her to the bevy of his concubines. Sooner that she got into the palace that she became the favourite because she was more beautiful than all the other women in the palace but due to palace politics and the fact that she wasn’t an Arab played down on her and the Sheikh began to prefer other ladies in the harem ahead of her – and due language barrier and business gimmicks, she was actually ditched.

As soon as the Lady noticed this, she devised a new plan and in one of the dinner parties organised by the Sheikh, she met a Mongol merchant who had grown up in an Israeli town of Judea.

Sooner than expected, an innocent conversation turned into a platonic discussions and right in the Sheikh’s palace, the Lady had committed an abominable mistake deserving death in Arab settings and before the cat could be let out of the bag, she packed her jewelleries, few clothes, and shoes and all her treasures, ran away with the merchant to be the third wife in her fourth marriage.

She was a travelling companion of her fourth husband, following his caravan wherever business led until a young wealthy Latino who had inherited his parents’ fortunes offered her a position in the family business and love.

She quickly accepted and the marriage was sealed but the young man’s parents were of differed opinion and surviving in that dynasty became a problem for her. In less than six months, her husband number five who had become a protective layer was killed by a Mafia group – and she was hung in the sun to dry.

Knowing the pain of separation and the pangs of hatred, she ran away with a Jewish employee of the dead husband – and settled in a small town called Samaria.

This time around, marriage wasn’t in it as her mind wasn’t settled yet but that had never stopped them from illicit affairs.

In that ancient city of Samaria, her major problem was that she had to serve and not served as she had enjoyed in the past – but her hidden secrets soon got to the hearing of everybody in town – and her gossips became the hottest gist with which the papers made their sales.

To get water from the city well, she had to wait patiently until the coast was clear. She didn’t want to run into any of the other women who had made it painfully clear to her that her presence was repugnant to them. She could no longer stand the gossip, snide remarks, and disapproving eyes.

Several weeks before she met Immanuel (the one who told her to her face what others gossiped about), as she was nearing the well to draw water, the other women, fully aware that she was within earshot, began warning one another to keep their husbands far away from her.  

“She’s a seductress!” one had whispered loudly. “Do you know that she has had five husbands from other villages?”

Another woman had chimed in: “And the man whom she’s living with now is not even her husband.”

Nursing each other’s insecurities, they began to make all kinds of baseless accusations about her.

“She’s a loose woman!”

“She’ll steal your husband in a heartbeat.”

“Don’t you be taken in by her innocent doe eyes and beguiling smile!”

Juicy variations of her “husband stealing” prowess had soon spread throughout the village where she lived like a swarm of locusts, devouring every remaining shred of her dignity. She had quickly become an outcast in the village. No one dared to befriend her.

Since moving there, she had tried everything to keep her past under wraps but once the news broke, no one cared to hear her side of the story. She was pigeonholed as the woman with a shady past. The verdict was already in—she was a home wrecker! What else was there to know?

For several weeks, she had no courage to speak to anyone. Wild stories about why she had had five husbands spread virally through the village grapevine.

To insulate herself and avoid further contact with the other ladies, she devised a system. Since all the women would be at the well replenishing their water supply in the cool early morning, she would only make her daily visit to the well when the sun was at its apex. She would much rather bear the punishing blaze of the midday sun than the heat of their scorn and ridicule. Every day since then, she had come quietly to the well, meeting no one at all, and faded back into nonexistence after getting her fill of water.

Unbeknownst to her, on this day, as she was waiting patiently for the sun to rise to its peak, the Sun of righteousness was already by the well waiting for her.

Immanuel approached her and asked, “Can I have some water?”

Then the beautiful Lady said to Him, "How is it that you, being a Jew, ask a drink from me, a Samaritan woman?"

Instead of arguing or angry, Immanuel answered and said to her, "If you knew the gift of God, and who it is who says to you, 'Give me some water to drink,' you would have asked Him for some living water and he would have given you."

The woman said to Him, "Sir, you have nothing to draw with, and the well is deep. Where then do you get that living water? Are you claiming to be greater than our father Jacob who gave us the well, and drank from it with his sons and livestock?"

Immanuel x-rated her naivety and told her point-blank, "Whoever drinks of this water will thirst again, but whoever drinks of the water that I give will never thirst because that water shall become in him a fountain of water springing up into everlasting life."

This beautiful woman, though still radiant was confused and so requested believing that will mark an end to the persistent gossips of the villagers, "Can I also have some of this water so I may not need to come here and draw water again."

But Immanuel realising her surrender, taunted her, "Go and call your husband for me."

And not willing to keep hiding the fact, she responded, "I have no husband!"

Immanuel, unsurprised, confronted her fears, "It is true you have no husband but you have had five previous marriages and the one you now live with is not your husband."

The confused lady was white. She pried further, asked questions that have bothered her since childhood, "Sir, I perceive that you are a prophet. Our fathers worshiped on this mountain and you Jews say that in Jerusalem is the place where one ought to worship."

Immanuel responded, "Woman, believe me, there will come a time and now is that hour, when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth – not in any mountain. My Father is seeking true worshippers like that. God is Spirit, and those who worship Him must worship in spirit and truth."

The woman walked closer to Him and whispered, "I know that Messiah is coming who is called Christ and when He comes, He will tell us all things."

Immanuel smiled, looked her straight in the eyes and said to her, "I, the One who has been speaking to you, is that Messiah!"