And behold, Jesus gathered his disciples around him, and told a tale. It concerned two people who wanted to spread the Word of God to their neighbors. And one of them went around with a list of all rules being broken, all things said in haste rather than reasoned out, even going so far as to raise a periscope into several bedrooms. And she did not see things she believed pleasing unto the Lord, but wrote them down instead as grave infractions because they disgusted her, though they were not on her master’s list. And when confronted she spake shrilly an harshly and without mention of God’s love; and she did judge those she had seen, whether in speaking or in spanking or in the exchange of blessed love, on behalf of her master. And, satisfied with her efforts on behalf of her master, she did begin upon her journey, arduous and twisted, to report back to Him what she had seen.
Another took to spread God’s Word, but he did not carry a clipboard of rules. Rather, taking out a large bag, he filled it with coffee mugs and crossword puzzles, with ointments and get-well-soon cards and a bouquet of flowers, and a Bible, and he set out on his journey. First he visited a home that had been robbed of all its possessions, and he came upon the owner of that home. “Here, take this in the name of our Lord. It is not much, I know, and I cannot replace the bearskin rug that was stolen nor the DVD player, but now you can drink from your faucet without having to cup your hands nor place your mouth directly under it. And take this crossword puzzle, that ye be able to focus your mind upon something else for a minute or two, or perhaps longer, and reflect upon that which has not been stolen: your mind.”
And after a brief talk and a great big hug, he departed the family who realized now that they were not bereft of any possession they could not replace, and continued on his journey to a free clinic that was running out of supplies. And after briefly conferring with the resident in charge, he came upon a boy who had spilled some hot oil on his hand, and grimaced when he moved it, for it was very sore where the oil had burned his skin.
And the man smiled at his father, who had taken his son to the clinic (for they did not have health insurance, and so could not go to a hospital), and said “I have something which may help you. It is ointment which is useful in the treating of most burn wounds. I would apply it myself daily, but I have much further to go on my journey.”
And the father reviled this man for his act of braggadocio, but the son quietly took the ointment and kicked his father in the shin, lest the visitor recant and put the pointment back in his sack. And the father looked at his son in dismay, but upon seeing his son’s hand again could revile no more, but looked into the visitor’s eyes with tears in his own and could say only “Thank you.”
And the visitor gave that man a hug, because he too had known poverty as the man was experiencing. And he continued on his way to the grave of a man who had died recently, but with no adornment or color on or near his gravestone. And he saw the dates on the gravestone; this man had died recently, yet there was no sign that he had any family, and only a first name on the stone, as though his family did not want it known that he was one of them.
Without word the visitor placed the bouquet in front of the gravestone and knelt in silent prayer, hoping the boy would find more love than, it seemed, he had known in his mortal life.
And he stood and continued on his way. He passed a small house with a woman and her husband sobbing, and knew instantly the source of their tears. He left one of his cards in their mailbox and, again, said a silent prayer for them, leaving without announcing himself because he could see they needed each other in that moment, regardless of how well-intended his interruption.
Upon resuming his journey, the visitor noticed a girl sitting outside crying, and asked her “Girl, why are you crying?”
The girl stiffened up and said “None of your damn business, mister,” and muttered to himself “Stupid dad and his stupid bigotry.”
The visitor spoke softly. “I do not know why you have been left out here, but I have something that may be of use to you.” And he put the card inside the Bible as a bookmark and gave it to the girl. “You may find your answer in here, if you know where to look.”
The girl looked at the gift and was puzzled for a moment. She started up to ask the visitor what he meant, or why he was giving her a Bible, but as quickly as she could look up the visitor had vanished from sight.
Jesus turned to his disciples and asked them, “Now, who did as the master asked and spread the Word of God?” And a well-dressed man, clothed in the finest of tailored linens and adorned in antique jewelry, responded. “The woman who knew God’s rules has spread the Word of God, because in her work more will get to Heaven because they have been instructed in how not to break His Laws.”
The disciples turned to each other and started hotly debating what the man had just said. And a child approached Jesus from behind him and tugged softly on Jesus’ robe. “Father,” she said, “did not the visitor spread the Word of God? Where the woman judged others and looked for fault, the visitor spread love and respect and aided His people.”
Jesus spoke, and as he did the crowd was quieted. “Know the master’s rules, true. But though the woman had a list of rules in front of her, she did not spread God’s Word but a list of rules the master did not give her. The visitor, in spreading God’s love, spread His Word, because His Word is love.”
The man adorned in fine linens got up from where he had been sitting and approached the girl. “‘And a child shall lead them,’ it is said. And now this child,” he said, and turned first to the girl and then to Jesus, “shall lead us.”
Jesus knodded and motioned to the man to stand, but he did not. Instead he began sobbing. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. My life has been spent not in adoration and love but in warning and judgment.” The man paused and looked again at the child. “You have led me from the path of judgment and scorn to one of love.”
The child produced a Bible from her pocket and turned to a particular page where a passage was underlined, marked by a card. “Not seven times but seventy times seven times shall you forgive your neighbor”, the passage read. And the card, once opened, had but three words:
I love you.