Si has a post with some reflections on justice and mission. It got me thinking. In it he mentions Greg’s question regarding the story of the leper from Mark2 Who brought whom to Jesus? Was it the four who brought the one or the one who brought the four?”

He’s tired, confused, and lonely. He’s not much older than 30.
No where else to go. He has six months to live.
A life of intoxication, maybe drugs, numbing his senses to the pain and rejection of this world… of his lifestyle.
Late nights? Women’s clothes. Transvestite.
He’s dying. There’s no where else to go. He has six months to live.
He can’t sleep. The haunting of death. The comfort of mom.
Delirium and tremors. Alcohol withdraw. Valium.
They comfort him. They love him. They change him.
He runs away for a drink. They lead him back. He has six months to live.
He’s gentle. He has a kind heart. He has a beautiful smile.
He receives the sacrament. They anoint his head with oil. He falls into their arms.
They carry him. They mourn him. He receives him.

After my crude attempts to put this to words, I think it is both. Thanks for the encouragement and the reflection Si. Keep writing.