I don't always talk to non-tattooed people, but when i do i don't judge them

One day, Jesus was sitting with his friends. It was on the edge of a small town, typical of the time.

He was laughing and sharing stories of the trip around the group.

Suddenly he noticed some people over in the distance. He stopped smiling and went quiet.

He turned back to his friends and said “lets go have lunch with them”.

“No Jesus, we cannot visit them.” (whispering) “They are lepers. You cannot do that.”

“They will make us unclean”.
“They might hurt us.”
“They have done great wrong and we need to stay away from them. That is their punishment.”
“We might get the skin disease.”
“We are having fun here.”
“The authorities will not be happy we are doing this.”

Jesus eyes narrowed and focussed. His friends knew what that meant. He was going to do something stupid again. Nothing could stop Jesus when he was in this mood. He was compelling, frustrating and scary all at the same time.

So they wandered over to the lepers. It started a bit uncomfortably. Nobody had ever wandered over to them before. The lepers thought:

“We will make them unclean”.
“They might hurt us.”
“We have done great wrong and we need to stay away from them. This is our punishment.”
“They might get the skin disease.”
“The authorities will not be happy we are doing this.”

They shared bread. They shared wine. They shared stories of journeys.

They started to agree that each side was OK.

For the lepers, it was like their disease was gone, even just for a short time. For Jesus friends, they too felt the lifting of a disease.