Leper

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                    

A leper knelt, a mass of sores, a sacrament of wounds confessed to God, a soul with failing skin, a fragile screen between the inner world and all that lies beyond.

“If you are willing,” said the man, renouncing self and choice and will. “You can,” he said, forsaking “might” or “won’t” or “ought” or “must.”

And Christ reached out and touched his untouched hands, and laid an arm around his blistered shoulders, and with tender ease embraced him chest to chest, and held a moment, wide with grace, his seething flesh in his, his trembling thirst, his failing hope, his tears disguised as sweat, his hidden loveliness, until all flesh was one, all skin dissolved, and that thin, deep abyss between them bridged, two joined in mercy, healed in something like a home.

He stood, and outwardly appeared as inwardly he was: beloved, whole, and blessed by grace not gained but purely given, free of worthiness, received, and uncontained by flesh. “Now go your way, and show yourself to wondering priests,” Christ said, “and let them close their eyes and see true purity for once.”

                    Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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