• Ruth

Looking on....Wednesday

I see a man with ointment all over his feet. I see a woman with a broken jar and her hair in a mess.

I see those around with sour faces – they don't like what they see – the waste, the extravagance

I see her joy and grief. I see his acceptance. I see their confusion.

They want to give the money to the poor; you know – those ones over there who are not us.

I see her recognising that he is one of those ones over there, and she cannot make him “ours".

I see a world where them and us, giving from strength to weakness, depending and providing are becoming meaningless categories.


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