Mary arrived early at the tomb to clean up the broken body;
wrap it with soft cloth and spice.
Jesus forbad it.
Hands off. Don’t touch.
Broken punctured twisted bloodied naked shredded skin
A glorified body
presented to God in all its brokenness
visible to friends: see my hands, my feet, my side
Don’t hold on to me, Mary.
The world must see me just like this.
You cannot clean him up, Mary.
Let’s all stop trying to wash away the blood
and spice up the body broken.
Lest we all start believing the lie that people are basically good…
That the arc of human nature bends toward justice…
It is the disfigured figure of innocence savagedly razed to life
that testifies against the human race: a depraved race.
Holy Love embodied walks on calloused heels searching out the concentration camps of the soul:
unblinded eyes see the self-haters forgiven who embrace the leprosy-free as they dance with the lame-no-more.
Only one punishment to fit this crime against humanity:
No, Mary, you cannot clean him up.
We must see Him as he is
as we made him
or we will never believe it is true –
that we are the darkness we fear
disguised as angels of light.
Creator of the universe,
you made the world in beauty,
and restore all things in glory
through the victory of Jesus Christ.
We pray that, wherever your image is still disfigured
by poverty, sickness, selfishness, war and greed,
the new creation in Jesus Christ may appear in justice, love, and peace,
to the glory of your name. Amen.*
*Revised Common Lectionary, Vanderbilt Divinity Library (online)