The Woman At The Well

Loving the Person of Jesus Christ

Shuffling along the Green  Cabrini Projects of Chicago travels one of  the unseen, the one avoided, the one unclean, the one unloved.

He/she, glimpsed from the train window, is passed by every day by you and me on our way to self-important work.

  He/she reads the streets for pennies, drugs, leftovers from the night before.

We continue to peruse our Tribune, perhaps even a Magnificat meditation.

And we have passed Him by.

A miracle, we fantasize, would strengthen our faith.

Yet the wonder our hands, our hearts could render lies just outside.

Separated from each other by a solid pane of glass we have constructed for protection against “such people”.

We have missed the person of Jesus Christ,

The miracle of His precious body has called us

And we have not answered His call.

                                                                                                Mary Rivers