Insane
7 March 2026 | Homily delivered by Fr. Arnel Aquino, SJ on the Third Sunday of Lent (Anticipated Mass)
I donāt know if you also did this back when you were a kid. But I remember, I would go and repeatedly open the refrigerator 3, 4 times in one afternoon, on the off chance that there was something new in there I could eat, even when I knew there wasnāt. I was already a priest when I read that doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results was a classic definition of insanity.
From how Jesus described the woman of Samaria at the well, it looked like she was doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a result, different from her 5 failed marriages. But she wasnāt insane. Like Jesus pointed it out to her, this poor woman kept carrying an āempty jar,ā a thirst that seemed unquenchable, an emptiness.Ā
As you probably know, sisters and brothers, the village well also served as a casual gathering place at the time (like todayās sari-sari store, barberya, basketball court beside the barangay). Incidentally, it was also typical that great people met their future spouses there; like Isaac and Rebekah, Jacob and Rachel, Moses and Zipporah. Meeting at the village well eventually became a literary type, a poetic genre, for marriage in the Bible. If today, āonce upon a timeā marks the beginning of a fairy tale, back then, āboy-meets-girl-at-the-wellā marked the beginning of a love story.
But alas, no matter how repeatedly the Samaritan woman drew from the village well for another love story, she wasnāt any less thirsty than last time around. Five husbands. Maybe she was widowed. Or maybe her husband divorced her (women could not file for divorce). Maybe her dead husbandās brother married her (like the Law required), but maybe, he died, too, or, well, divorced her. Whatever the reason, for a woman to go from husband to husband didnāt necessarily mean she was a libertine, a loose woman. She was, after all, betrothed 5 times! Rather, this was a woman who mustāve suffered hard blows from life. She mustāve asked herself constantly what was wrong w/ her, why this curse. Because unless a woman was wedded to a man, she was incomplete, she felt worthless.

So, there was nothing wrong w/ the woman at the well. Even if she repeatedly did the same thing but ended up āmanlessā anyway, her head was in the right place. She was not covetous and insatiable. But her heart was restless. The chauvinistic dictate of culture made her believe that unless a husband filled her life, she was just an empty jar. Iām sorry, sisters and brothers. I need to be honest w/ you. When I prayed over this beautiful story this year, I couldnāt help contrasting the woman to our thieving politicians. I know. This sounds like a curve ball. But unlike the woman at the well, the thirst in our ārepresenta-thievesā seems unquenchable. Unlike the woman, theyāre not victims. Theyāre just deep-down greedy and shameless about being greedy. Their wells are already brimming over! But because theyāre morally bankrupt, they want more. And they will get at that more regardless if it takes away from people who have next to nothing in life, whose jars are never full. The heart of the woman at the well felt empty. I canāt say the same thing for thieving politicians. Because theyāre heartless.

Jesusā kindest words set the woman free and rejoicing. She told everyone, āCome see the man who told me everything that I have done. Could he be the Christ?ā To me, that sounds like, āCome and see the Savior who told me that IĀ amĀ complete in Godās eyes. I am enough as I am.ā Jesus made her realize she didnāt need yet another husband to complete her. Funny that Jesus asked for a drink but it was the woman who ended up quenched and refreshed and sparkling! She was enough in the Fatherās eyes. Being enough is already grace. Enough is already a blessing.
Sisters and brothers, our hearts are always restless. Iām afraid theyāll remain that way until, well, until God fills us w/ glory when our time comes. Meanwhile, it is very human that our hearts desire for more in this life: more comfort, more healing, more harmony and warmth and peace. But sometimes, greed and shamelessness poison our well. Then, we hallucinate that our well is almost empty, even when itās still darn full. So, we want more: more self-gratification, more excitement, more novelty, more power and control, more likes, follows, subscribes, and all for the self. All for the ego. āI donāt care how I get at that more, or whom I steal it from. If I canāt have more, life is empty.ā So: must⦠have⦠more. I mean, the sheer insanity of it all, sisters and brothers.
We often think of the season of Lent as a time of subtraction of our extras, a time of reduction of our excesses, donāt we? Maybe, Lent isnāt just about giving something up, but also waking up; like that splash of cold water on our faces, God making us realize that enough is already a blessing. In fact, we have more than enough. But when we share our āenoughā w/ people who barely have any, then, we feel even fuller; overflowing w/ life-giving water, overflowing w/ Christ! Really, sisters and brothers, even before we toss the bucket into the well, God has already filled us to the brim, and many times over. So, in a world that shouts that it is never enough, never enough, may we rest in Jesus who assures us and says, enough is already a blessing. Enough is already grace.
Finally, did you ever read that meme that says, āIf you have food in your fridge, clothes on your back, a roof above you, a bed to sleep in, you are richer than 75% of the world.ā I found out, 75% is exaggerated. More accurately put: if we have all these things, we are richer than 8% of the world. That is, richer than 648 million people earning less than 127 pesos a day. Now, my dear sisters and brothers, thatā s insane.