as retold by Tanja Cilia

The woman was looking around her furtively.  She was feeling uncomfortable, knowing that she did not “belong” where she was. This woman was from Samaria, and Samaritans were the mixed race of the Assyrians and the Jews of the former northern kingdom.  So they were neither one, nor the other.

She was a woman at a time when women were treated as second-class citizens.  She was a foreigner, living in a strange country.  She was not married, but she lived with a man, and this meant that the other women looked down upon her.

This is why we find her at the well in the oppressive noon heat, “the sixth hour”.  This well was dug on the plot of ground that Jacob gave His son Joseph.  The other women used to fetch the water in the early morning, or in the evening, when it was cool.  So in order not to meet them, she used to go when the sun beat down mercilessly upon her; but at least she did not have to avoid the eyes of the others, knowing that their malicious whispers were gossip about her.

This story happened when Jesus was traveling to Samaria. Now we must realize that the Jews avoided all contact with the Samaritans, and even with their country, if at all possible.  For a Jew to call another Jew “A Samaritan” was a grave insult – in fact, in the Gospel of John [8:42] we find how during a quarrel, some of His fellow countrymen told Jesus “You are a  Samaritan, and you are possessed by a demon.”

Jesus could have taken another road, skirting past Samaria, but He did not.  He wanted this event to happen. He and the disciples came to a town called Sychar.

So, imagine her surprise when a man comes to the well, and talks to her.  From His clothes, she realized that He was a Jew – and at that time, men just didn’t walk up to women and engage them in conversation – not even if the women were related them and especially so if the women were foreigners.

So it is to be expected, somehow, that the conversation which follows is not one that would have occurred between a Jewish man and a Jewish woman. For instance, there was the quasi-theological discussion about where God prefers to be worshipped – in Jerusalem, or on Mount Gerizim.

Jesus tells her “Believe me; the hour is coming when we will worship the Father neither on this mountain nor in Jerusalem. Indeed, the hour is already here when true worshippers will worship the Father in spirit and truth.”

Jesus, of course, knew all the answers.  But He had a lesson to teach her – and us. That is why when the disciples had gone into the town to buy food, Jesus stayed behind.

He asked the woman to slake His thirst – and she was taken aback.   This would entail her lending Him a cup – and that was unthinkable. “What? You are a Jew and I am a Samaritan!”

The Gospel explains that ‘Jews will not use the same cups or dishes that Samaritans use’, because Jews considered themselves as pure, whereas to them Samaritans were racially impure. Then He told her that He, too, had water, but His water was special because it gave eternal life.

She could not comprehend the deep meaning to His words.  She stated the obvious – that He could not bring up water from the well, because He did not have a bucket.  Perhaps with a bit of sarcasm in her voice, she asked whether He was greater than the forefather Jacob; who, it was said, had constructed the ancestral well, used by generations of people, each father and mother taking the children to it as a necessary part of tradition.

Then, she though better of it.  How much better it would be to have the water that this person would give her, and never thirst again. Oh, this would mean she could steer clear of the well, and she would never, ever, have to see those women again.

Then, something inside her moved, and she realized that Jesus was special.  She told Him, not asked Him, whether He was a prophet. She stated adamantly that she knew the Messiah was coming, and that when He came, He would make known all the things that until then would have been hidden. It is pertinent to note that the conversation between Jesus and the woman takes up nearly 40 verses in the Bible.

At this point, Jesus said the beautiful words that she treasured forever after: “I am He, the One who is speaking to you.”

Can you blame the woman for being so excited?  She dropped everything – and this is an important thing – and ran into the village, telling everyone what had happened.  She begged them to go to the well and meet Jesus. “He told me everything I have ever done!”

Later, when the disciples returned with food for Jesus, He told them He had food they didn’t know about. They assumed the woman had shared her lunch with Him.

Exactly because she was a Samaritan, people from her nation went to look for Jesus, something they might not have done if the Good News had been told by a Jew.

We do not know the name of this woman – but the Eastern Orthodox Church gives her the name Saint Photina (from the word for “light”), and celebrate her feast on February 28. The well is re-named as The Well of Jacob and Jesus.

The woman, like Saint Paul, is honored as an Apostle and as an Evangelist who spread The Good News, and there are apocryphal stories about her that say she went to Carthage and Smyrna in Asia Minor.

This is the hymn sung in her honor:

The water of eternal and blessed life.

And having partaken thereof,

O wise Photina,

thou went forth proclaiming

Christ, the Anointed One and the light of the world.

Great Photina, equal-to-the-Apostles,

Pray to Christ for the salvation of our souls.

as retold by Tanja Cilia

It is a traditional in some communities to touch the priest’s liturgical vestment (the chasuble or phelonion of the Eastern Rite) ever so slightly, as he passes by.  Some people bend down to touch the hem.  Both customs recall the woman – whose name we do not know – who bent down to touch the hem of Jesus’s garment, and was instantly healed of her illness.

This beautiful miracle happened just after Jesus and his disciples landed at Capernaum, having sailed across the Lake. There was a mass of people waiting for them on the shore – and one of them, whose name was Jairus, moved forward and knelt down in front of Jesus.

Jairus was a very important man at the Synagogue, so the people were surprised at this, and even more so when they heard what he had to say. We must remember that the leaders of the Synagogue did not really like Jesus.  But when faced with the death of his daughter, Jairus became desperate enough to seek out the “enemy”. He told Jesus that his daughter was at the point of death, and that he knew that if Jesus visited her, she would be well once again.

Jesus agreed to go to his house – but when they were on their way, with people crowding around Jesus to hear His teachings, a servant came up to Jairus with he news that his daughter had died.  Jesus simply said “Don’t be afraid; she will be saved.”

It is at this point that we meet the woman who had been ill for twelve years.  The Gospels tell us that she had been to many doctors, but none of them could cure her.  She had spent all her money on the cures they suggested, for nothing. Because of her sickness, she was shunned by people. It was partly for this reason that she came up to Jesus “from behind”, because she thought that if people saw her, they would shoo her away from Him and she would never get to see Him, let alone be cured by Him.

The story is told slightly differently in the Gospels; it is said that the woman touched the tassel, the fringe, or the hem of the clothes of Jesus. It does not matter; what matters is that she had unconditional faith – she believed that touching even the edge, or the trimming attached to it was enough for her to be cured.

Some commentaries tell us that it was not the edge of the robe that the woman touched, but the fringe of the talit (the prayer shawl) that Rabbis wear. This fringe represented the Names of God, and this is why the woman wanted to touch it.

And she was – the woman realized immediately that she had been healed. For twelve whole years, because of her illness, the woman had not been able to enter the temple to worship, as it was ruled in the book of Leviticus.  Touching someone would mean they would be considered ritually unclean, as well.  Nobody would have anything to do with her, because they would become “tainted”, like her.  Everyone ignored her, and shunned her.  She was sad and lonely, and Jesus was her last hope.

Some apocryphal versions of the story say that this woman was none other than Veronica of Caesarea Philippi, who later wiped Jess’s face on His way to Calvary.

She knew that she was not allowed to walk in the streets when there were people there. She could have been killed for breaking the law. But she knew she had nothing to lose – she had already lost her health, her money, and her friends.

Some people may question how, exactly, she “knew” that she was cured instantaneously.  Well, the illness of the woman was such that she felt pain and discomfort every single moment of her life.  Suddenly, she felt whole again, and she also felt that the bleeding was staunched.

There must have been scores of people milling around Jesus and his Apostles, jostling one another.  And yet when the woman touched His garment, Jesus felt the power go out of Him. He stopped, and he asked “Who touched me?”

The reply was one that we, too, might have given him.  The Apostles pointed out that there was a big crowd, so they could never, ever, be able to identify one specific person who had touched him.  But Jesus knew that something special had happened, and he looked around to search for the woman. He said “I asked who touched me, for I perceived that living energy has come out from me.” She was ever so embarrassed and frightened, because she thought people would accuse her of touching someone when she knew she should not have done it!

But, somehow, she plucked up courage, now that she was no longer “unclean”, to talk to Jesus and admit that it was she who had touched His clothes.  He blessed her and said “Daughter, your faith has made you well. Go in peace. You have been healed.”  It is important to note that Jesus used the phrase “go in peace” to show us that it is important to have peace in our hearts as well as healthy bodies.

Jesus did not become “unclean” because the woman had touched him.  We have seen Him touch lepers and dead people, and yet he remained holy. Just to make things clear, because there was a superstition that the clothes of a holy person, in themselves, held power – Jesus explains to her that it was not by touching His clothes that she was cured, but because she had believed it would happen.

Jairus was fidgety and perhaps a little angry as well because this incident had made Jesus “too late” to help his daughter. But when they got to the house, Jesus said “She is not dead; she sleeps.” Later, when Jesus brought the little girl back to life again, he asked the people in the house to give her something to eat, to show that for her and her family, life was now back to normal.

as retold by Tanja Cilia

“Hey dad!”

“Yes, my son?”

“I was thinking, Dad… I’m sick and tired of living in this house, being the younger brother, I mean. I want to see the world; I want to be someone, not just a small fish in a small pond…”

“Oh, my son, what are you saying?  These words of yours are breaking my heart. Why do you want to leave me?  Have I not always taken care of you, and given you all that you need, and all that you want? You have never been without nice clothes and good food. I always let you bring your friends over, and yes, I am strict but loving…”

“Oh, papa, you do not understand. I have to play second fiddle to my brother, and he is always telling me that you love him more because he is your Firstborn. I want the money I would have gotten after you died, as my inheritance. I want to make it in the Great Big World, not stay cooped up forever in this tiny town…”

And the argument went on and on, day in, day out. Finally, the father consented, against his better judgment, to give his younger son a bag full of money and sent him on his way. “Be careful, my son!” he said, as he wiped a tear or two on the long sleeves of his robe.

“Thank you dad! I shall be thinking of you when I am far away. I want you to know that I will make the family name known around the world… I will become famous, and I will never forget you!”

So off went the younger son.  His father watched him until he was a spot in the distance, and then broke down, sobbing.

The young man had never seen so much money at once, and so he did not know how to handle it properly. He spent and spent, and bought stuff for people whom he did not even know. So of course, these became his “friends.”

He dressed himself in expensive clothes, and bought the best foods and the finest perfumes and shoes for himself – and for those who flattered him.

One day, he could not hear the jingling of money in his bag any more.  He put in his hand… and drew out one solitary coin. He looked at it sadly – and suddenly noticed that he was all alone – everyone had slunk away. They did not want to be with a loser, so he couldn’t even ask for pay-back to tide him over. He sold all his fine things in order to eat, but soon even those were gone. For the first time in his life he had to get a proper job.

But since he was – or at least he used to be – a rich kid, he had never had to work for a living, and so he did not know how to do anything. The only job he could find was taking care of pigs. Oh, how they stank! Oh, what bad manners they had. They jostled, they fought, and they even knew when he was going to steal a carob pod from their trough, because they head-butted him out of the way. But at least he got to sleep in the smelly barn.

He began to dream – when he was asleep, but more so when he was awake – of the fine time he had when he was at home. He remembered the silk clothes and compared them to his current sackcloth ones. He remembered the fine foods and compared them to the nasty-smelling swill of the pigs, some of which he nipped for himself in order to avoid starving to death.

Finally, he could take it no more. He thought again about his father and his home. The servants at his father’s house were well taken care of. They had comfortable beds and ate good food. Suddenly, he had a thought. “I will arise and go to my Father,” he said. “I will tell him to keep me, not as a son, but as a humble servant, because I deserve no more than that.” But at least the servants in my father’s house have proper food and proper clothes….

So the Prodigal Son began his journey home. It was many miles away, and he had to walk because he could not afford a donkey. He was tired, sweaty, and hungry, but he walked on and on and on, in a hurry to see his beloved father again. But the closer he came to the borders of the town, the more ashamed he felt. He kept off the roads and ducked behind bushes when travelers passed by. He wondered in anguish what sort of greeting he would receive at home.

Finally, he reached a place he recognized and  he heard a shout! His father was actually running out from the city gates toward him. How embarrassed he was! He felt like one of the pigs he used to tend; unwashed and smelly, with matted hair and dirt caked under his fingernails.

But, incredibly, his father did not notice any of this – all he saw was a son that had been lost, but was found. The young man fell to his knees and apologized, and instead of being angry his father told the servants (who were keeping their distance – not out of respect but because of the smell!) to prepare a barbecue and kill the fatted calf! They were ordered to bring the father’s robe and put it on the boy, to get him shoes because he was barefooted. They put a ring on his hand, and prepared him a bath. Soon, a great celebration was in full swing.

The elder brother heard the noise of the party, and saw people dancing. He was livid.  He went to his father and complained bitterly that he had never been allowed to throw a party for his friends, and yet, for this wastrel, the father had killed the fatted calf. The big brother did not want to go to the party, because he was angry and jealous.

But the father laid a hand gently upon his older son’s arm and said, “My firstborn, you only had to ask me, but you never did. All that I have is yours! Come, now, let us be happy because your brother has returned. He was dead, but now he lives! He was lost, but now he is home.”