So he called them to himself and said to them in parables: “How can Satan cast out Satan?” (Mark 3:23)
Jesus, call us to yourself and help us hear and understand what you are saying to your church.
“If a kingdom is divided against itself, that kingdom cannot stand.” (Mark 3:24)
Jesus, the Episcopal Church is divided against itself; have mercy on us.
“And if a house is divided against itself, that house cannot stand.” (Mark 3:25)
Jesus, please help us to stand; we cannot do it on our own.
“And if Satan has risen up against himself, and is divided, he cannot stand, but has an end.” (Mark 3:26)
Father, defeat the purposes of Satan and the divisions he desires among us.
“No one can enter a strong man’s house and plunder his goods, unless he first binds the strong man. And then he will plunder his house.” (Mark 3:27)
Holy Spirit, the Episcopal Church is being plundered to pay for law suits against its own members; set us free from this bondage.
“Assuredly, I say to you, all sins will be forgiven the sons of men, and whatever blasphemies they may utter; but he who blasphemes against the Holy Spirit never has forgiveness, but is subject to eternal condemnation”–because they said, “He has an unclean spirit.” (Mark 3:28-30)
Lord, have mercy on us. Good is called evil and evil is called good in the church today. Please set us on the right path again.
A word received: Cry out to me for my church.
Tuesday: 68:1-20(21-23)24-36; Genesis 42:1-17; 1 Corinthians 5:1-8; Mark 3:19b-35
Wednesday: 119:73-96; Genesis 42:18-28; 1 Corinthians 5:9-6:8; Mark 4:1-20
Notes from the Front Line
***** Date: Mon, 01 Mar 2010
From: Fr. Nigel Mumford+
Subject: Mumford Musings a Fr Nigel update
Mumford’s Musings: 1st March 2010
God-morrow dear people,
Well, today was my first half day back. Thanks be to God. It is SO good to be back. I will be part time for a month. It is now 2pm and I am up to a nap. Very tired, nay exhausted! It was a good morning…I led morning prayer then spent an hour with our computer chap. after 5 months of no use my lap top is on the blink… cannot access any of my files… then I had a soaking prayer… WOW that was very powerful… even to the point where the calcium deposit in my chest stooped hurting completely. It felt that it had been numbed… amazing… prayer is soooooooooo good! Found I could speak after it without gasping for breath mid sentence. I have to say it was BRILLIANT to celebrate the Holy Eucharist again after 5 months. Have a blessed week and remember to be kind to everyone you meet.
Be well. do God works and love one another,
God bless you,
(in memory of St. Therese of Lisieux)
The Rev. Nigel W D Mumford+
Director, The Oratory of Christ the healer,
Christ the King Spiritual Life Center
575 Burton Road, Greenwich, NY 12834
***** Another meditation on the Samaritan woman at the well by Deacon Howard Smith given on Friday, February 26, 2010.
Thirsty At The Well: Are You Thirsty?
February 26, 2010
Dedicated to the glory of God and to the loving memory of Beverly Rose.
In the voice and person of the Woman of Samaria.
I am so thirsty. I thirst for love. I thirst for hope and for purpose. I’m thirsty for friends and fellowship. I thirst for a new life.
I come to the well in the heat of the day alone and thirsty. But this time I am not alone.
There is a man – a Jew – sitting by the well and he is looking at me. He is looking at me as though he knows me, like he loves me.
And he asks me for a drink.
What’s this? Men don’t talk to woman they don’t know. And Jews don’t share dishes with Samaritans. Perhaps he has spent too much time in the hot hot sun. He seems nice but he’s acting to familiar, so I’ll push him away.
“How is it that you, a Jew, ask for a drink from me, a woman of Samaria?”
He said, “If you knew the gift of God, and who it is that is saying to you, ‘Give me a drink,’ you would have asked him, and he would have given you living water.”
What is this? “Sir, you have nothing to draw water with, and the well is deep. Where do you get that living water?” Who are you? “Are you greater that our father Jacob? He gave us the well and drank from it himself, as did his sons and his livestock.” Could this man be a prophet? The Jews believe that Elijah will return. Does he think he is Elijah? If he is Elijah what does that make me? Am I the widow who is collecting sticks to use the last of her oil to cook the last of her grain and then eat it with her son and die? Elijah wanted the last of her food. Why does God always want the poor to offer up what little they have? You ask me for water in the heat of the day. For I am the Samaritan Woman who gets her water in heat of the day. This is my identity. This is who I am. If you take my water, what will you give me in return?
“Jesus said to her, “Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him will never be thirsty forever. The water that I will give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”
Could this be true? What could this mean? Or could he be crazy? If this were true it would be a whole new life for me. I’ll call his bluff and tell him to lay down his cards. “Sir give me this water so that I will not be thirsty or have to come here to draw water.”
Then he asks me to get my husband and bring him. I am taken aback. I have no husband. Looking at me lovingly he said, “You are right in saying, ‘I have no husband.’ for you have had five husbands, and the man you are living with is not your husband.”
I don’t know what to say. I am a sinful woman. If he is a prophet, a holy man, and knows who I am, then how could he possibly ask me for a drink of water, from my own bucket? He is too close. I don’t know how to process this so I push him away and change the subject.
“Sir, I perceive that you are a prophet. Our fathers worshiped on this mountain but you say that Jerusalem is the place where people ought to worship.”
He sees right through me. He says to me, “Woman, believe me, the hour is coming when neither on this mountain nor in Jerusalem will you worship the Father. You worship what you do not know; we worship what we know, for salvation is from the Jews. But the hour is coming and is now here, when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth, for the Father is seeking such people to worship him. God is spirit, and those who worship him must worship in spirit and truth.”
Could this possibly be true? Could I possibly enter into the presence of God, the very presence of God? Only the High Priest in Jerusalem could do such a thing once a year. Could a woman like me enter into the presence of God anytime anywhere? This is too good to be true. “Sir, I know that the Messiah is coming. When he comes he will tell us all things.”
He looks right into my eyes, right into the core of my being and says, “I who speak to you am he.”
What do I do now? His disciples are here and the moment is interrupted. Time is fleeting away and he and his disciples will be leaving after they eat. He will probably never pass through here again.
“Sir, You have nothing to draw with.”
The Woman of Samaria fills her bucket, lays it at Jesus’ feet and hurries into town.
(All scripture quotes are taken from the ESV with some modifications.)