What Kind of Savior Is This? - July 15, 2013

In walked Pi Bu with a bloodstain the size of a salad plate on his pant leg. I could smell that his pants were soaked in urine. He scowled at us. Refused to undress. Didn’t want to shower.

Pi Bu is a middle-aged Thai man with terminal pancreatic cancer, no bowel control, and some sort of dementia that is progressively robbing him of his awareness. Every evening some of us living here in Khlong Toei wash him, dress him, and clean the unexplained, gaping wounds on his legs.

The first night I went to help take care of him was the same evening our Khlong Toei group studied Matthew 25:31-45. In that passage, Jesus tells a parable to his disciples about a King who arrives in glory to judge all people. He divides everyone into two groups—“sheep” and “goats.” He tells the sheep that they can inherit the kingdom because they fed, clothed, welcomed, cared for, or visited the King when he was hungry and thirsty, naked, a stranger, sick, or in prison. Then he tells the goats that they must go to the eternal fire, because when they saw the King hungry and thirsty, naked, a stranger, sick, or in prison, they did nothing.

Both sheep and goats are shocked. Neither group knows when they saw the King in such a state and either acted, or failed to act. The narrative climax comes when the King explains that when they either did or did not do any of these things for the “least of these,” they did it, or failed to do it, to the King himself.

It was not until later that I connected the passage to that night, washing Pi Bu. In fact, I did not actually do much of the washing myself. But I did get to watch Moki, my staff, carefully ease Pi Bu into the shower, slowly ask him if the water was warm enough, quietly plead with him to stay seated just a second longer. Watching Moki nearly moved me to tears. Every motion was so gentle, and every act so attentive to this suffering and angry man. I had a front-row seat to watch Moki, the faithful sheep, caring for one of the “least of these.” And yet, as humbly inspiring as Moki was that night, he was not actually the hero of the story. In the parable, the King is identified not as the caregiver, but as the care-receiver.

I think back to the moment when Pi Bu was sitting in a towel-covered armchair, freshly clean. We helped him to his feet, and as Moki and I put a fresh diaper on Pi Bu. What kind of King do we follow who allows his blind, sinful, and untrustworthy followers to strip and shower him? What kind of Savior is this who lets the very people he is saving to towel off his wet head? What God do we worship who lets us change his diaper?