Luke 14:1-6…..On one occasion when Jesus was going to the house of a leader of the Pharisees to eat a meal on the sabbath, they were watching him closely. Just then, in front of him, there was a man who had dropsy. And Jesus asked the lawyers and Pharisees, ‘Is it lawful to cure people on the sabbath, or not?’ But they were silent. So Jesus took him and healed him, and sent him away. Then he said to them, ‘If one of you has a child or an ox that has fallen into a well, will you not immediately pull it out on a sabbath day?’ And they could not reply to this.
Jesus accepts their invitation to dine as though he were not walking into the jaws of a trap. Ready to love always ready to eat the food of his detractors, metabolize their suspicion into compassion. He knows how little boys who play in the streets lose their native joy at the feet of their elders. The guest directs their attention to a man crippled by his swollen limbs, as ignorant of their careful constructs as they are of his pain, and heals him. The magician snatches their protestations from the air, and opens his hand where there appears a cool, damp rag. He offers it like a mother to wipe away the crust of judgment from around the mouths of their little-boy faces, rendering them silent.