Sunday, March 23, 2014

At the Well (Third Sunday of Lent, 2014)



“At the Well”

John 4:5-42

Allen Huff

Jonesborough Presbyterian Church

3/23/14



          “For God so love[s] the world [that] God [does] not send the Son into the world to condemn the world” but for the sake of the world – for the sake of its wholeness, and for the sake of its deep, spiritual awareness that the creation, every cell and solar system in it, resonates with the voice and the heartbeat of God.

          The saving work of Jesus is the work of reuniting this beloved world which is being fragmented almost entirely by the human creature’s propensity to idolize itself, by our laziness in settling for, and even choosing prejudice, greed, violence, and pride over the higher callings of humility, gratitude, generosity, and neighboring.

          It is this broken and fragmented world that has taught a woman that one appropriate response to a request for water is to say: “How is it that you, a Jew, ask a drink of me, a woman of Samaria?”

          Instead of acknowledging the common ground of thirst, and then gratefully receiving from the earth the elemental gift of water, the woman, out of submissive habit perhaps, simply regurgitates the boundaries that have, and as far as she is concerned, will always keep Jews separated from Samaritans, and males separated from females.

          It is easy to name all the “wrong” things we do and to label them “sins.”  It is another thing entirely, though, to begin to realize that most of those “wrong” things are nothing but petty distractions, and that the grand and honorable things we do to protect our visible “goodness,” which we protect with rigid, exclusionary boundaries, are very often the most dangerously sinful things we do.

          The actions and attitudes that distance us from God and from neighbor usually make us feel righteous and superior.  They make us feel other.  Jesus enters the fragmented world, however, to overcome otherness, to live a life that very deliberately exposes our tolerance for injustice, our collusion with brutal powers, and our pandering moralities that allow us to ignore God’s love for and presence in those whom we fear, or simply don’t understand.  Jesus lives his saving life for all creation’s sake, and for all creation’s sake he invites the human creature back into healthy relationship with the Creator, with one another, with self, and with the earth.

          The story in John 4 describes one of Jesus’ most memorable “for the sake of” moments, and it occurs at the lip of a storied well.  The Old Testament does not mention Jacob’s well, but a tradition that is probably more convenient that convincing remembers that Jacob digs this well.

          At the time of Jacob there is no Jewish nation, so there is no Samaritan offshoot to disdain and to live over against.  There is, of course, a hoodwinked twin brother, Esau.  In spite of his tendency to surrender to his appetites, the Hairy One eventually matures and demonstrates the strength and substance of his true self.  He forgives his deceitful brother.  And after Jacob wades the shallow Jabbok, the brothers embrace and at last, they drink from the deep well of reconciling grace – together.

          At the physical well, a legacy attributed to the forgiven Jacob, through whose lineage God molds the very face of Forgiveness, Jesus meets a forever-nameless Samaritan woman.  This well, like all oases, is a place where thirsty creatures, human and animal alike, gather to remember that their very existence depends on the life-giving offerings of the earth from which their bodies arise.  Such provision is the blessing of the Creator to and through the creation, and we all stand on equal footing at the lip of the Well.  To become aware of the realities of grace, of shared dependence, and of interdependence, and to receive such realities as holy gift, this is to begin to taste the living water that Jesus offers.

          It is hardly that easy, though.  When conditioned by a broken and fearful world to judge, to compete, and to “eat or be eaten,” we quickly overlook the face-to-face earthiness of a vulnerable Well-gathering.  And in our forgetfulness of grace, we can say the oddest things.

          “Sir, give me this water, so that I may never be thirsty or have to keep coming here to draw water.”

          I can’t tell what the woman is up to here.  Is she serious?  Does she genuinely believe that Jesus’ promise of living water is some kind of magic that will finally make her life all coziness and leisure?  Or is she just slapping what she considers to be some haughty Jerusalem Jew in the face with rude sarcasm?  Either way, she misses the point.

          “Go get your husband,” says Jesus.

          “I don’t have a husband,” snaps the woman.

          ‘I know,’ says Jesus.  ‘But that’s okay.  I understand.  I’m not here to condemn anyone.’

          Then, in so many words, Jesus says to her that she has been going to the well of marriage over and over, but for whatever reason she keeps drawing up one empty bucket after another.  She still has yet to drink the water of true relationship, the water of deep connection, of spiritual as well as physical oneness with another human being.  And now, perhaps because of an imprisoning patriarchy, she has more or less barnacled herself to some man so that she does not have to turn to begging or to prostitution in order to survive.

          Indeed!  How thirsty she must be!

          ‘Okay, Rabbi,’ she says.  ‘So, you’re a prophet.  I get it.  But you’re still a Jerusalem Jew.  Your people still refuse to recognize my people because we worship here, on Mt. Gerazim.’

          Jesus has successfully turned the conversation in the direction he wants to go.  And from his mouth, from the lips of this New Well, flow words that begin to soak the woman’s desert life in living water.  Jesus invites the woman to lean out over the well and to peer inside.

          ‘Look,’ he says. ‘This Well is so full you can see the water.  And in the water, you can see your reflection.  And in your reflection you can see the reflection of God.  So it is for all who come here.

          ‘God is not found any better on one mountain than another.  God is not reflected any more fully in one person’s face than another.  So, to see and to know God we need all faces, all reflections.’

          These words are fresh, living water, and like all water they seek the lowest, deepest place they can reach.  They tumble down into lonely valleys where darkness, sadness, and day-to-day weariness dry us out.  When we get dehydrated, all our efforts to know and to share God tend to petrify into idolatries – into the worship of worldly things, rigid structures and strictures that we experience and define in only the most limited and tangible terms.

          In these spiritual deserts we focus more on the place of worship than on the One whom we worship.

          In spiritual deserts we focus more on who we will allow to receive the sacrament than on the host who invites us to the table.

          In spiritual deserts we focus on what people do, wrong and right, rather than on who they are at the core of their God-imaged, human being.

          In spiritual deserts we allow ourselves to see ourselves according to confining dualities such as Jews and Samaritans (those who do the right thing in the right place versus those who do not), and as males and females ("stronger sex" versus "weaker sex").

          In spiritual deserts we even begin to accept the world’s view of us as mere consumers, tools whose chief end is to produce and to purchase as much as possible in order to keep an economy afloat.  And that opens to door to seeing ourselves and others as eye candy whose worth is tied to physical beauty rather than to our innate and intimate worth as children of God.

          And from the earliest of times, never has there been a clan, a tribe, a state, a kingdom, a nation, or an empire that has not told is young people, especially its young men, that they are renewable and thus expendable resources to be taught the science of killing and being killed for the betterment of their betters.

          To save this mixed up world, to reunite this fragmented creation, which God so loves, God makes a loud splash in the desert.

          “God is spirit,” cries Jesus, “and those who worship him must worship in spirit and truth.”

          Jesus' life is wringing wet with the prophecy of Isaiah: “The wilderness and the dry land shall be glad, the desert shall rejoice and blossom; like the crocus it shall blossom abundantly…They shall see the glory of the Lord, the majesty of our God. Strengthen the weak hands, and make firm the feeble knees. Say to those who are of a fearful heart, ‘Be strong, do not fear! Here is your God.’” (Selected lines from Is. 35:1-4)

          “Here is your God,” says Isaiah

          “I am he,” says Jesus.

          And the ripples spread.

          Here is our challenge as followers of Jesus: As a people blessed to be a blessing, we are called to be crocuses in the desert, signs of God’s ongoing renewal.

          Our blessedness becomes blessing for others when we, out of love for the world, die the costly death of grace and embrace God’s freedom from the world’s condemning ways.

          Our blessedness becomes blessing for others when we respond humbly to God’s call to be an oasis, a “spring of water gushing up to eternal life,” a place of Well-Gatherings.

          Our blessedness becomes blessing for others when we, like Jesus, dare to enter forbidden and contemptible Samaritan lands.  For through such risky congregations, the living water washes our hearts, and minds, and eyes to reveal new brothers and sisters.  And when we trust Love to reveal Love, our new siblings in Christ will say, “It is no longer because of what you said that we believe, for we have heard [and seen] for ourselves, and we know that this is truly the Savior of the world.”

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