I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style.
And so I came to see him to listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes.
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words.
Today's gospel reading of the Samaritan woman who has a life changing encounter with Jesus at the well always brings to mind for me the song below. The emotions conveyed, of an intimacy that is almost unbearable and of a feeling of being completely known and understood, sum up what might of been the response of so many of the fallen women of the gospel to someone who reached out in complete knowledge and love.
I think that the Samaritan woman at the well would have faced a lot of pain in her life and that she lived with "dark despair". Those who met her would not have seen the pain or the despair, but only have seen those things which they felt made her unworthy and perhaps less than human to them. I expect she tried to conceal her past as much as she could, that she lived with secrecy and fear of others knowledge being used as a weapon against her.
The moment at the well when Jesus tells her all the details of her life and yet reaches out to her is so intimate it is almost sexual, although the love shown is completely pure and holy. Many mystics have portrayed God as a lover, it is not for nothing that his suffering and death have been termed the passion, and in this encounter Jesus woos the woman's soul with knowledge, power and love - and I think a certain audacity and panache!