The Living Water Promised to Me

In her book, Hidden Women of the Gospels, Kathy Coffey points out that of the 1,426 people given names in the Scriptures, 111 of them are female and many have no name. In contrast to say, Andrew, James or John, we meet the Samaritan Woman in this Sunday’s gospel. Can you imagine being referred to as the Toronto Woman or the New York Lady? Surely, Jesus would have called the Samaritan Woman by her name. What might have been her name? So, before you listen to this unnamed Samaritan Woman tell her story, might you give her a name? Your name?

Judith Fritchman; Living Water, The Woman At The Well

The day is so hot and the water-pot so heavy … I come in the hot sun when no one is around because the other women laugh at me, quietly, in whispers. They talk about me and how I live. Don’t they know the pain I have felt over these years? I just want them to look at me and smile, acknowledge my presence. I am treated as an outcast by women of my own nation, my own bloodline.

But here I am alone … Wait, I am not alone … there is a man sitting at the well. Just what I need… Another man to deal with in the hot sun … I just want to get my water-pot filled and leave. ‘Give Me a drink,’ He says to me. Who does he think he is, asking me a woman, a Samaritan woman no less, for a drink?

Yet He looks at me - like no other man has ever looked at me. His eyes pierce me, as if He is looking into my soul, the depths of my being. He sees everything - the sins, the pain, the sorrow, the injustice. Somehow, something within me is changed. He speaks of ‘Living Water’. Is it this Living Water that changes me? I can feel this water cleansing, refreshing me. I am the one now who wants to drink - to drink more of this Living Water, to quench the thirst of my dryness, the dryness of my sin, the dryness of injustice, the dryness of my sorrow. I am not ashamed, as I was with the others, that He knows my life, because He has not judged, has not condemned me.

Now I must go and tell the others, ‘Come and see the man … could He be the Christ?’ They do not need to believe me, but to come and see for themselves.

I have left my water-pot behind! I no longer need it because now I have the Living Water promised to me by the prophet from Galilee.

Does this woman’s story resonate with you? Are you, and I, not often like the Samaritan Woman at the well? She speaks to us in our ‘parched’ times, so with her let us raise our hearts and voices.

Quench our thirst for meekness when we are parched by a need for power.

Quench our thirst for humility when we are parched with pride.

Quench our thirst for compassion when we are parched with disregard.

Quench our thirst for forgiveness of others when we are parched with revenge.

Quench our thirst for joy in You when we are parched with sadness.

Quench our thirst for boldness when we are parched with apathy.

Quench our thirst for salvation when we are parched by our sinfulness.

-Mary Timko, Associate of the Missionary Sisters of the Precious Blood

Lent 3 - Jesus is Thirsty

JESUS IS THIRSTY (John: 4:1-42)

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Jesus and his disciples are leaving Judea where Jesus had turned water into wine at the wedding feast in Cana, and where he made a lot of enemies by cleansing the temple of its money-changers, and where John the Baptist had been baptizing with water.  Jesus’ followers were also baptizing with water. 

While these events may not have occurred simultaneously in John’s Gospel, we can be sure that Jesus was tired and thirsty when he and his disciples reached Jacob’s well in the land of Samaria on their way to Galilee.

“Will you give me a drink?” Jesus said to the Samaritan woman.  She obviously had to be asked and did not anticipate that here was a thirsty man waiting for a helping hand to relieve his thirst.  She saw only a Jewish man who would reject, with contempt, a Samaritan woman. 

Surprise!  Jesus uses his thirst to reveal his weakness and invites this woman at the well to thirst for water to drink so that she will never be thirsty again.  As we continue to read Chapter 4 in John’s Gospel we see that many Samaritans in the town believed in Jesus on the strength of the woman’s word of testimony: “He told me everything I ever did.” 

Jesus’ thirst at the well eventually transformed the entire town into “thirsty” believers;  Jesus really is, “the Savior of the world”.

-Sister Elaine Cole, CSJ

Encounters on the Trail

The rewards of walking on London, Ontario’s trails exceed that of mere exercise.   I meet friendly cyclists, walkers, pedestrians, and dogs.  I listen to birds, search for frogs in springtime, and experience the constant changes in the weather and scenery.  Occasionally there is an intriguing encounter. 

Image: Unsplash/Blake Lisk

Today I met a man, whom I will name, Joseph, who was walking up a slope from a tent on the river’s edge. He had descended to the tent to check on the welfare of the occupant because of the very cold temperature.  The tent’s owner was absent, and the walker expressed hope that the tent-dweller was in a safe, warm place.  Joseph spoke about his regular walking tours of London’s trails. He described having urged a tent dweller on another trail to seek temporary shelter; this man had declined the suggestion, stating that several blankets kept him sufficiently warm and that staying in a men’s shelter was too dangerous.  Joseph spoke of another occasion in which he had met a young female tent dweller, convinced her to leave her unsafe location, and assisted her to find refuge from her alcohol-addicted boyfriend. Walking the trails in London to search for people in need is a regular practice of this good Samaritan.  

We conversed together about the difficulties for people who have no homes, the lack of adequate resources, and the failure of past efforts to remedy a grievous problem in our city. We also noted the anonymous donation of twenty-five million dollars for a new effort to overcome homelessness, the willing cooperation of several organizations to remedy an untenable situation, and the skilled leadership from the city that together provide hope that London can, at last, overcome a longstanding calamity. 

Patricia McKeon, CSJ 

International Women’s Day

International Women’s Day

Guest Blogger – Maryam Monsef, Peterborough Ontario

Maryam is a former Cabinet Minister in the Liberal Government and held the portfolio of Minister for Women and Gender Equality.  She is currently at Trent University, Peterborough obtaining a Masters Degree in Canadian and Indigenous Studies.

During my time in Government, March 8th was one of the busiest and most enjoyable days of the year.  With so many inspiring events taking place at home, across Canada, and around the world, preparation for the day itself, would fill my cup for months.

I first experienced the magic of International Women’s Day right here in Peterborough in a church space filled with feminists, do-gooders and allies from all walks of life.  I remember the energy in the room, the thoughtful and courageous speakers, the breaking of bread with other human beings and feeling safe in my own skin.  I knew I wanted to be part of this sisterhood, and loved showing up to all future gatherings, as well as the “oh-so-early” International Person’s Breakfasts convened by a long time feminist.

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What do I remember when I close my eyes and think of those early days of discovering what community means?  A feeling of belonging,  and being empowered by the strength of other feminists who have come before me and those around me, hearing inspiring stories of resilience and progress that have paved the way for women like me. 

Happy International Women’s Day!

-Maryam Monsef