This is the God for which we have waited,
hoped and prayed and waited -
desperate for freedom
from this desolate place.
This is the Messiah for which we have waited,
who will lead us to freedom,
this teacher and speaker
we wish was a warrior.
We have waited and waited,
clinging to traditions
which sacrifice purity of heart
for purity of ritual.
We have waited and stagnated,
and when the Messiah comes
we, the people of God,
are found wanting.
This Messiah speaks not of resistance
but of repentance,
not of paradise but in parables,
and he asks us to look at ourselves.
On the inside we are Romans,
who when given power
would be corrupted by it,
as our leaders have become.
We have waited, resting in rules
and regulations instead
of compassion towards our fellow humans.
We are the priest and the Levite,
walking past a dying man
so that we may remain holy for the temple.
When did clean hands in a temple
become more important
than a man lying on the side of the road,
life fluids leaking from his broken body?
We have waited and walked,
but this Messiah upturns
our picture of piety
and presents us with a Samaritan.
Shatter our Roman hearts,
O God for whom we have waited,
and make us into Samaritans.
Imperfect and ridiculed,
but freed by the love we offer to others.