3rd Sunday of Lent

3rd Sunday of Lent

The Gospel reading for the third Sunday of Lent is one of my favorite stories in John, the story of the Samaritan woman at the well. Many people have analyzed this story and I am not sure that I could anything new and different but there are a couple of sentences that I have been pondering.

Jesus tells the woman at the well, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I shall give will never thirst; the water I shall give will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life. The woman said to him, ‘Sir, give me this water, so that I may not be thirsty or have to keep coming here to draw water.’”

In one of the books I am studying, “Fire of Mercy, Heart of the Word” the author Leiva-Merikakis writes, “The Christian goes to the text of God’s written Word in an attitude of prayer like the Samaritan woman’s as she went to the well with her bucket: he follows the instinct of his thirst and is drawn to the place of water there to discover instead Jesus in the scorching noonday solitude, that Jesus who, in the magnificent formulation of Irenaeus of Lyons, is the fountain that thirsts to be drunk.”

I began my Lenten journey focusing on Psalm 63, “O God, you are my God—for you I long! For you my body yearns; for you my soul thirsts.” I feel like the woman at the well, bringing my empty bucket to be filled. Sometimes the walk to the well is tough. The road is full of bumps and the journey is not always direct and yet, my bucket still yearns to be filled.

I love the statement by Irenaeous—Jesus is the fountain that thirsts to be drunk. I believe that we are always being sought; sought by the Spirit who yearns to fill our bucket. I find that the more I seek to have my bucket filled, the more I want to go back for more and more! I am grateful that the fountain has a never-ending source and is not in danger of running out of water because I cannot imagine what it would be like to feel like I have had enough of the fountain.

We all have our own place where we go to be filled. For me, my bucket is filled by returning to God’s written word, praying the Liturgy of the Hours, attending Mass when I can and by spending time in prayer to listen with the ear of my heart to what the Spirit says. I thirst…and my bucket is always looking to be filled.

May we all be blessed with a fountain that thirsts to be drunk—and the courage to carry our bucket on the journey.


Blissfully, Susan

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def. Bliss: -noun Supreme Happiness, Utter Joy/Contentment; the Joy of Paradise!