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Lent 3: The Way of Water

February 20, 2008


The Way of Water © Jan L. Richardson

If you want to get a feel for how God cares for God’s people, follow the trail of water through the scriptures. Wilderness, exodus, baptism, tempest: whether providing water, saving people from it, immersing them in it, or calming it, God uses water as a vivid sign of providence, deliverance, and grace.

In God’s lexicon of water, wells have a particularly interesting place. Women at wells: more intriguing still. See a woman near a well, something momentous is bound to happen. It often involves a person of the male persuasion, and it augurs a major change in the woman’s life. Genesis gives us a rich quartet of woman-at-the-well stories. The book offers two accounts in which Hagar meets God—or an angel of God—at a well in the wilderness: the first time, in Genesis 16, Hagar has run away, fleeing from the harshness of Sarai. The second time, in Genesis 21, God provides a well to a desperate Hagar and her son Ishmael, who lies near death in a waterless wilderness. Genesis 24 tells of a servant who finds Rebekah, Isaac’s bride-to-be, at a well. Another well serves as a signal of matrimony in Genesis 29, when Jacob meets Rachel at the well where she waters her father’s sheep.

The matrimonial symbolism of wells finds a striking resonance in the Song of Songs, where the bridegroom extols the virtues of the bride’s…um…well, channel is how the NRSV translates it; “a garden fountain, a well of living water, and flowing streams from Lebanon,” the bridegroom gushes (Song 4.15).

Particularly given the intimate, fertile link between women, wells, marriage, and motherhood, one might rightly wonder what the heck Jesus is doing, hanging out by a well with a lone woman, as he does in this week’s Gospel lection, John 4.5-42. It’s a curious thing for a single rabbi to strike up a conversation with a woman he finds at a well. But Jesus is a curious sort of rabbi, and so he wades into an exchange with a Samaritan woman who has come to draw her water at noonday.

Their talk of literal water turns toward a conversation about the living water that Jesus offers. The woman is thirsty, and she asks Jesus for this living water. Perhaps wanting to allay any potential misunderstanding about what he is offering (after all, this woman probably knows the stories about what happens to women and men at wells), Jesus tells her to go and bring her husband. No husband; she’s had five of those, as Jesus well knows; he knows, too, that she is not married to the man she is living with now. Contrary to some interpretations, there is no note of judgment here. Any number of explanations could account for marital multiplicity in a woman of that culture. Whatever her circumstances may be, Jesus’ words here do not signify condemnation; they are a statement of fact that conveys his remarkable insight, his deep knowing of this woman and her life.

The woman recognizes Jesus’ insight as the mark of a prophet, and this prompts her to turn the conversation toward a liturgical matter. She touches on the source of division between the Jewish and Samaritan people: their difference of belief in the location of the proper place to worship God. The Samaritans held that “this mountain,” Mount Gerizim, was the correct place of worship, while the Jews maintained that Jerusalem was the rightful place. There by the well, Jesus assures the woman that a time is coming when such questions will fall away, and all who worship God will worship “in spirit and truth.” Their theological exchange culminates with Jesus’ telling the woman that he is the Messiah of whom she has spoken.

At this point the disciples turn up, astonished that Jesus is talking with this woman (perhaps they, too, know the stories of men and women at wells). Neither Jesus nor the woman is fazed. Here John provides a detail that’s the clincher for me. “Then the woman,” he writes, “left her water jar and went back to the city.”

She left her jar. She left her jar behind, that water-bearing vessel on which she depended for her very life. She abandoned it at the well.

She had become the vessel. Filled with the living water that she found in the midst of her mundane, daily task, the woman goes to spill forth what she has found.

Early in their conversation, this Samaritan woman had made a point of making sure that Jesus knew that this well belonged to her ancestor Jacob. Jacob, who wrestled with God by a river and received a new name. At Jacob’s well, his womanly descendant does her own wrestling with God. She is unnamed, all throughout John’s story, but not unchanged.

The woman departs the well with no husband, no son, no earthly male to hitch her star to. She leaves not with a man but with a message: Come and see. This unmarried, unnamed woman of Samaria becomes an evangelist, a disciple, a witness to the Messiah. She is a vessel of living, liberating, life-giving water.

Where have you heard life-giving words that helped you feel known? What word of good news might God be calling you to embody and to pour forth in this season? Is there a vessel that you need to leave behind in order to follow the way of Christ?

May you find—and offer—a wellspring this day.

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Epiphany 3: In Which We Visit Our Inner Library

January 23, 2008


The Inner Library © Jan L. Richardson

This week the lectionary leads us to Matthew 4.12-23 for the Gospel reading. It’s a passage that provides a great example of one of the things I find intriguing about how Matthew tells the story of Jesus. Matthew frequently turns to the Hebrew scriptures to interpret and explain who Jesus is. Drawing from the prophets—especially Isaiah—as well as the Psalms, Matthew grounds the story of Jesus in the remarkable landscape of the Hebrew scriptures and offers a vivid portrayal of Christ as the longed-for savior, the enfleshed fulfillment of an ancient hope.

At the outset of this passage, Matthew tells us that Jesus, upon hearing of the arrest of John the Baptist, leaves Nazareth and makes his home “in Capernaum by the sea, in the territory of Zebulun and Naphtali.” Matthew turns, as he loves to do, to Isaiah, explaining Jesus’ move as a fulfillment of Isaiah 9.1-2. Drawing from the prophet’s words, Matthew writes,

Land of Zebulun, land of Naphtali,
on the road by the sea, across the Jordan,
Galilee of the Gentiles—
the people who sat in darkness
have seen a great light,
and for those who sat in the region and shadow of death
light has dawned. (Mt. 4.15-16)

Isaiah’s testimony about the great light that comes to those in darkness—one of the particularly lovely and powerful passages from his book—is among the lectionary readings for Christmas Eve. In quoting from these words, Matthew works to make especially clear that in the birth and life of Jesus, our hopes for light have been fulfilled.

Matthew’s use of the Hebrew scriptures, here and elsewhere, reminds me of something shared by the Dominican nun who first taught me about lectio divina. In talking with our group about praying with the scriptures, Sr. Kathleen cautioned that it’s important to remember that the Hebrew scriptures can stand on their own. Though Christians typically refer to this part of the Bible as the Old Testament, for our Jewish sisters and brothers it is the sole testament, a living and present word that continues to speak to their lives. Oftentimes Christians have treated the Hebrew scriptures as an extraneous appendage, a hefty section that merely makes our Bibles heavier. We have frequently read the Old Testament primarily as a prelude, a prooftext, viewing it solely through the lens of the New Testament and mining it for little else but news of Jesus and some lovely poetry.

I think it’s important to read the Hebrew scriptures with the kind of caveat that Sr. Kathleen offered us. At the same time, she affirmed that in the context of lectio divina, we who read the Hebrew text with Christian eyes may indeed find the presence of Christ there, and if we grow closer to him as a result, then that is a blessing and a gift.

For Christians, it’s possible to read the Hebrew texts both with an understanding of Christ as the embodiment of the ancient hope of which they speak, and also with a respect for the fact that they can also stand on their own as a testimony that is not merely “old” but eternal. Beyond what they reveal about the Messiah, the Hebrew scriptures provide an amazing and crucial context for our history as the people of God who have been on a journey that in some ways hasn’t changed all that much in millennia. The stories, longings, and lamentations that we find in the Old Testament—the kind of material that Matthew continually returns to in his Gospel—are some of the same kinds of stories, longings, and lamentations that we continue to live with. In this living, it’s crucial to engage this text not merely as prelude but rather as a persistently relevant revelation that grounds us in the ancient story of our long wrestling with God.

I find it intriguing, the way that Matthew preserves this ancient and living text. Had the Hebrew scriptures disappeared—God forbid—we still would have had essential fragments of it preserved in his gospel. It’s like having little books within his book, an essential and precious library tucked away within his tale.

The practice of lectio divina invites us to think of our lives as sacred texts that can be read and prayed with in much the same way that we approach a sacred written text such as the Bible. With that understanding, my pondering of this week’s gospel lection has prompted me to wonder about what I’ve preserved in my own interior library. Following Matthew’s lead, what are the texts that help me understand who I am? What words are tucked into the larger story of my life, and how do they influence how I read and live that story? In talking about texts in this context, I’m thinking both of written texts that have impacted me as well as the unwritten texts—the stories, experiences, and understandings through which I interpret my life.

What texts, sacred or otherwise, are preserved in the library of your life? What are the words through which you interpret your story and respond to the world around you? As you move through this world, what experiences and stories do you default to? What are the texts within and beneath the texts, the old and sometimes forgotten stories that influence how you read your present life?

Some of those texts that we carry in our interior library may readily strike us as sacred and life-giving; others may feel burdensome, painful, unlovely to us, and we keep them on the most remote and abandoned shelves. Yet God, that consummate recycler, has a remarkable habit of redemption. Every word of every text we carry, every scrap of every story: God has a place for it, a use for it, a need of it in the ongoing crafting of our tale.

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