The Woman at the Well

The first time I ever baptized a baby happened when I was still a seminarian. I was serving as a chaplain in Iowa Methodist Medical Center in Des Moines and was informed that a woman was going to be giving birth to a baby that would be extremely hydrocephalic. In other words, he would have water on the brain. I was even told that this little boy would be born with a lot of water and not a lot of brain. The situation was uncertain. He could come out stillborn. He could only live for a few moments. Or he could live for several days. I prepared myself for the worst and hoped for the best. When I arrived at the bedside of the woman, she had already given birth to her baby, little Malachi, and we went about baptizing the perfect appearing little man. As I performed this brand new ritual that is so different when you are actually doing it instead of having it done, I kept thinking that there are a million things that this mother could be doing with her child. She could be holding him and telling him how much he means to her. She could be inviting family and friends to see him. She could even have invited her children to see their little brother. But, instead, she wanted to be sure that he got baptized. She wanted to be sure that, despite everything that this little guy had going against him, she had the chance to pass on the faith that leads to eternal life to him just as she had done for his brother and sisters before.
I think of this story often as I more regularly baptize babies nowadays. In that circumstance, I did it in a case of emergency. Nowadays, I do it in the ideal circumstances. And, yet, there is a question that arises each time I baptize a baby. Why is it that this couple wants to do it? Why is it that the movement to “Let the child choose their own religion” never caught on in this country. Is it just because we are a people who stubbornly hold on to certain traditions? Is it just because grandmothers put their foot down about it? I think there’s something very profound that takes place in a baptism that is also taking place in the gospel.
Jesus’ encounter with this woman at this well is not all that astonishing. It’s a public well, after all. In order to get water in this town, you must go to this well. But, it would have been unheard of for a Jew to use a dirty Samaritan’s utensils to get the water. Samaritans were kind of “half-Jews”. They believed in the first five books of the Bible but then left off the Prophets and other writings. Plus, despite if their acknowledgement of those first five books, they weren’t all that observant of the rules present in them. They kind of did their own thing when it came to their faith. So, it made no sense for Jesus to ask water from this woman who was just as unclean as her religion. The only reason he does so is to help her to see her own thirs.
The Samaritan woman has had six husbands and is living with a seventh man who is not even her husband. She’s amazed that Jesus can see this in her. I imagine that this situation has been a roadblock to faith for her. Often, that’s what happens when we have a traumatic event happen to us, we lose our faith or find it difficult to grow in our relationship to God. We don’t know how this woman has had all these husbands: maybe they all died, maybe they all left her, maybe she left them. We simply do not know. What we do know is that Jesus is still going to call her to deeper faith by helping her get over the chasm she feels by her marital situation. He helps her realize that the differences between them don’t mean that God loves her less. It simply means that she must return to an even greater faith. Only when she returns in faith to her loving God can she, in turn, help others to faith.
We are all called to be disciples. We are, likewise, in different situations of life and different familiarity to God, our loving father. Yet, all of us, not just priests and nuns, are given the vocation to give people the living water of faith. This doesn’t mean that we are all called to baptize. Most of the time, it just means that we live our life as though out faith matters, as though the baptism that we received was an event that set us on track to eternal life. But, first, we must get rid of all of that stuff that prevents us from living our lives of faith. We must, like the woman in the story, come before an actual living person and confess our sins in order to be put right with God. It might be a priest instead of Jesus Christ himself but he will, nonetheless, help you once again to worship the Lord in Spirit and truth, just like Jesus did for this Samaritan woman. Be not afraid but, instead, return to the same God who put faith in our hearts at baptism.