The Third Sunday of Lent, March 12
The Samaritan Woman
No one ever accused Jesus of being polite.
He loved too deeply for that.
His vulnerability, authenticity and intimacy
melted whatever decorum boundaries
his mother tried to teach him.
He was too honest for his own good sometimes.
So Jesus, I welcome you, be impolite with me.
Dab the mustard from the corner of my mouth,
don’t hesitate to speak up when I behave rudely,
kiss me with abandon in public.
Love me Jesus as you are
because I know you love me as I am.