To Make Us One.

Anointed One,

I wouldn't have done it, You know. I wouldn't have been the kneeling one. I wouldn't have been the anointing one. I wouldn't have been the weeping one. I wouldn't have been the worshiping one.

I would have said it. Yes, You know. I would have been the accusing one. I would have been the questioning one. I would have been the condemning one. I would have been the wicked one.

I, too, would have pointed my finger at her crumpled form and said, "Aha, the wastes such costly perfume on the feet of our Teacher when she could have sold it and given the money to the poor." I would have said You were not worth it. And I would have called her the ignorant one.

And for this, too, You died.

To make me, the mocking one, and her, the shame-filled one, and You, the Deserving One, one.

One.

One.

In Your bloody body You made us Your Body.

In Your one death, one sacrifice, one atonement, You have made us one.

Aleluia.

Amen.