Read: John 9:1-41

Often in situations of severe illness, faith feels far from us. At those times, we need a friend who puts a hand on our shoulder and says “That’s okay. Right now we’ll believe for you.” Hope and love come together to buttress us when faith feels far from us. Love from others empowers and gives us strength. We can dare to hope, and that hope fills deep in our souls so that we know, somehow, some way, “all things work together for good.” And, meanwhile, our fellow Christians will stand with us. Be that hand on the shoulder.
-Barb Cheyney

Read: John 4:5-42

“… how can you (Jesus) ask me for a drink?”

Our focus this year is on community.

I don’t like arrogant people. I don’t like people whose noses are stuck so high in the air they risk drowning when it rains. I don’t like people who think they’re better than others because of the color of their skin, the size of their bank accounts (cars, or homes), or the purity of their pedigrees.

I don’t like arrogant people, but I can’t throw stones for I are one [sic], too. We humans can’t help it. Our survival depended, historically (and prehistorically, too) on deciding who was in and who was out, who got to share in the tribe’s provisions and who didn’t. Many of our likes, dislikes, and decisions arise from deep beneath the surface of our lives. They are so ingrained in us that we are often unaware of them. Jesus knows. Jesus gets us. He could condemn us for our bigotry; he could join us in our fear-and-loathing of one another. But instead, he enters into dialogue with those who gather at the well.

The woman’s shame is revealed by the light of the midday sun, when the righteous have come and gone, and only now is it safe for sinners to show themselves. “I’m thirsty,” says Jesus. “I’m not afraid of catching cooties from you, no matter who you are.” Shame walls the woman off from Jesus, but Jesus dismantles the wall, ever the consummate carpenter. He knows a thing or two about walls. Perhaps he knows a thing or two about shame because he was, himself (possibly) an object of shame in his own family, his own community. Shame is toxic. What Jesus seeks, what he wants, is water. “Blessed are those who hunger … who thirst … they shall be satisfied.”

Shame taints. I’m pleased as punch to be part of a community that seeks to understand, that seeks to serve, that seeks to be a bucket of water in a dry and barren land.

Let us pray. Lord, help me to draw water for those who thirst, as if for you, yourself. Do not let me build a wall around this well, but bring a rope and bucket that others may drink from One who so freely shares this water of life with us and them, sinners though we are. Amen.
–Fr. Keith Axberg

Read: John 4:5-42

I remember a situation in my former husband Jon’s parish in Montana where the daughter of a parishioner (P) got pregnant out of wedlock. Nobody said anything judgy to P’s face, but the pearl-clutching and cattiness abounded in conversations where she was not present. I remember being forced to listen to it from our church treasurer (D) one day when she was holding me hostage in her quilting studio while Jon was meeting with her husband elsewhere (I wish I was kidding), and it was taking all of my self-control not to respond with a remark like “how about saying ‘congratulations on your grandchild’ and shutting your mouth, D.” When P’s grandchild was eventually born, Jon caught fire for allowing the baby to be baptized in the church because the pearl clutchers were afraid that “people” would think we condoned premarital sex. Fifteen years later, I am *STILL* rolling my eyes over this.

This and other situations made me understand why the woman at the well was out there gathering water in the heat of the noontime sun. If the women of her village were anything like the pearl clutchers in Jon’s parish, I would not want to be around them either! What I have taken away from her encounter with Jesus is how he very patiently laid out that He knew everything about her, including her multiple husbands, and he still considered her worthy of His attention. It was scandalous for a man to be speaking to a woman one-on-one in those days, and Jesus risked it to have that conversation.

One of the things the pearl clutchers did was make me very aware of the messages that were being sent to the teenage girls in the parish, and I made a concerted effort to have a good rapport with them so that they would know that they had someone who was willing to listen to them. Asking them about what they were reading and going to their sporting events meant that they started talking to me about their lives, and some of the resulting conversations were ones that they really did need to have with a trusted adult. Making the effort to know them and listen to them ended up being life-changing for them and for me.

God, we thank you for opportunities to listen without judgment and for people who make us feel safe. Amen.
-Jen McCabe

Read: John 4:5-42

There’s a reason the Samaritan woman is at the well, alone, in the hot middle of the day. Most of the women in her village would have drawn their water in the cool hours as always. While there they could be a community together, chatting and reinforcing their busy time with each other. But the woman Jesus is talking with was clearly not welcome with them. It turns out, she does have a reason she’s alone: she’s simply been too wicked and has no friends.

Out of that abusive rejection from the other women, she finds herself, astonished, talking with a Jew. A forbidden conversation. Jews and Samaritans are supposed to have nothing to do with each other. And a woman alone, talking with a man, alone? Heresy!
Jesus, like God, knows all about her, and he doesn’t hesitate to engage her in serious conversation. The usual “rules” don’t apply in his mind. He opens the door for her belonging. She rushes to her usually hostile neighborhood and asks, “This man, he cannot be the Messiah, can he?” Who can resist checking that possibility out?

“And he stayed there two days.” These were people, and all people are his people.

Can we be open to others, all others, despite the conventions that we accept as behavioral law? It might be hard for us when we deal with people whose choices violate our own sense of the limits of relationship. But if Jesus can stay two days with a forbidden community, maybe, just maybe, I can include other difficult people in my understanding that they, too, are God’s children. They need to be heard. And I need to listen.

Dear Lord, thank you for the astonishing gift of acceptance. Help us to use that gift for your purposes. Amen.
-Tom Worrell